♥ feast your eyes on my display

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[There's a strangely attractive woman taking over your library today, Plane. Sirkka is indulging herself. On the long study table beside her, there's a setting of Earl Grey for four and some delicious chocolate-dipped cookie treats— all things she took from the community kitchen, of course. Sirkka has her long legs crossed over another chair while she sips her tea. She's enjoying her book too much to care about manners, even laughing every once in a while. Must be a comedy right?

Nah, just Twilight.]

This really is like secondary school.

[If one is as empathic as she is, they might detect a sort of dark, lingering thought beneath all of this that she's trying to distract herself from.]

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[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

I'd like to hear the one from Madame Butterfly, if you don't mind! I never did see that, though I once spoke to a woman who had directed a version.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She stands, brushing off the front of her dress and standing straight}

Did you? I hope she directed a good version, then. It's such a beautiful opera. Puccini was a brilliant writer.

{But she doesn't really wait for a response, since she takes a deep breath before beginning to sing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4svvetCnPQ). It's a very large and powerful voice to come from a girl as small as Diva, but it makes it echo through the library--the effect is haunting, but rather fitting.}

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Sirkka's eyes widen as suddenly the room is FILLED WITH OPERA. It's gorgeous, hitting every wall, bringing soft music to pages that haven't felt a breath in centuries.

The girl from some backwater part of England is, of course, stunned. She watches with her mouth closed, at least, but there's no hiding the shiver after the song is done.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She smiles when she's finished, not sitting down yet}

It's a sad song, though. The whole opera is about a woman that falls in love with a man who doesn't love her. He leaves the country, so in that aria, Butterfly is saying that when his ship comes back to Japan, she wouldn't go to meet it. She'd rather wait for him to come to her so she wouldn't die of excitement.

{Rather fondly,} It's sad because when he does come back, he married someone else. I like tragedies like that. They're so much easier to sing, too.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

That's tragic... but kind of beautiful, in a sense. Especially with that music...

I guess we all have a bit of Madame Butterfly in us, don't we?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Diva smiles, but it's cool and dark. Just who she might be thinking of is up for a guess}

Oh, of course. We're all stupid women that fall in love with foolish men.

{Her tone changes, bright and light again} Ne, but that's kind of what most operas are about! There aren't very many happy operas, at least. That kind of singing is much more suited to tragedy and drama.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Oh Diva.]

I didn't quite mean it that harshly. But we all long for something we can't have, sometimes.

[She nods a bit.] I suppose it is. Musicals, though-- they're a bit more flexible, aren't they?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ah, I guess so. I've never seen one, but some of the people I work with have. Musicals are pretty new anyways, I think? Only since the 1950s, or something like that. So I haven't had a chance to see one, really.