Post by titania on Jun 30, 2011 17:03:30 GMT -5
Even as she got ready for the evening, Titania knew it was going to be a long night for her. She had been hired by a local museum to play background music for one of their showings; it was going to be a moderately upscale affair, and the thought of it made her cringe. It wasn’t that she didn’t like fancy or anything like it, but playing for them was often boring and dragged. Luckily, she would be getting breaks that she knew she wouldn’t have gotten from a less classy place. Sighing, she double checked herself in the mirror; she had forgone her usual flair of style for something a bit more simplistic that would allow her to both stand out and blend in. Deciding she looked perfectly acceptable, she grabbed her things and left for the museum.
After about a half an hour after she arrived, Titania knew she had been right about one thing: for her the night was going to drag on. Luckily, it seemed that they had hired a singer for the night as well, and she wouldn’t have to play the entire time; taking the small stage they had set up she pulled out her flute and played a few experimental notes. The sound system seemed to be working at least. She could still remember one night way back in merry old England when the speakers had gone on the fritz, and the flutes had nearly deafened everyone.
As people began to appear, she started her set. She had chosen a few classical pieces that were calm and could be talked over. Normally, she only played them for practice, but the museum had specifically asked for classical. She wasn’t going to say no to both work and a check. She guessed it was about an hour later before her time on the stage had ended; taking a small bow, she moved off the stage and went in back to collect her things. She was about to leave when she made a quick decision. She took her flute out to the car, before returning indoors. It wouldn’t hurt to mingle and look at the pieces. Who knew, maybe she could make some connections, or at the least, a few acquaintances. Entering the quiet chatter, she took a champagne glass from a passing waiter and walked over to the nearest art piece. She had never really understood painted art, but they were still pretty to look at.
“It is lovely,” she murmured more to herself then the person next to her.
After about a half an hour after she arrived, Titania knew she had been right about one thing: for her the night was going to drag on. Luckily, it seemed that they had hired a singer for the night as well, and she wouldn’t have to play the entire time; taking the small stage they had set up she pulled out her flute and played a few experimental notes. The sound system seemed to be working at least. She could still remember one night way back in merry old England when the speakers had gone on the fritz, and the flutes had nearly deafened everyone.
As people began to appear, she started her set. She had chosen a few classical pieces that were calm and could be talked over. Normally, she only played them for practice, but the museum had specifically asked for classical. She wasn’t going to say no to both work and a check. She guessed it was about an hour later before her time on the stage had ended; taking a small bow, she moved off the stage and went in back to collect her things. She was about to leave when she made a quick decision. She took her flute out to the car, before returning indoors. It wouldn’t hurt to mingle and look at the pieces. Who knew, maybe she could make some connections, or at the least, a few acquaintances. Entering the quiet chatter, she took a champagne glass from a passing waiter and walked over to the nearest art piece. She had never really understood painted art, but they were still pretty to look at.
“It is lovely,” she murmured more to herself then the person next to her.
