A Night at the Symphony

[CharmingCavalier 2189]

A Night at the Symphony

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The La Fleur Theatre, Providence c 1825 

 

 

Music is something that has, for my many years, served as a way for emotions to flow when words fall short. For the past eight years, I have labored over a symphony that I now believe is fit to bring to public attention. As I have entitled it, The Movement of Life tells my story and the story of so many of our poor souls. At first shown hope in our early years, our dreams are devastated, and trials test our faith in our fellow descendants. Yet, in the golden years of life, I believe it is common to see life from the perspective of bliss once more. And through music, I hope to portray this course to you, dear listener

 

As a result, I would be honored if you could spare time to attend my original symphony. The details are as below:

 

 

Henry Penton's Original Symphony
THE MOVEMENT OF LIFE
 

Debuts at La Fleur Theatre in Providence

On Tobias' Bounty, 1841 IST

(Saturday, October 9th, 2021 at 2pm EST)

 

 

Special invitations are sent to the following

 

HIM Emperor Philip II and the imperial household of Novellen @BenevolentManacles

HIH the Duke of Adria, Count of Renzfeld and his esteemed pedigree @ErikAzog
 

All Imperial Peerages of the Holy Orenian Empire

 

AND

 

Additional Invitations are sent to...

 

All Member of the Council of State

The Loyal Soldiers of the Imperial State Army

The Dutiful Bureaucrats of the Empire

All Representatives of the Imperial Diet

All members of the Palace Courts

Any and All Loyal and True Orenian Citizens

All Peaceful Music Enthusiasts of Almaris

[Mirtok 2853]

Drasus paces in front of the wardrobe in his bedroom in Mordskov. Within the wardrobe are a number of suits and other non-descript attires strewn about after having failed the Archchancellers inspection.

 

"I can't go to such a prestigious event in such a drab covering, I need something brilliant to match the brilliance that is expected to perform!"

[Morigung-oog 5697]

A certain harpist who had mastered her instruments over the span of centuries arched a brow as she wondered the Providence square, carrying her minature harp which in turn carried a soft, shimmery silver glow. "Perhaps this is my calling." She mused, though now pondered what to wear to such an event.