[Sissi picks up the theme in repetition, and Salieri turns his attention back to the assembled players. He can feel it, now, almost, as the zither joins the other instruments and the singing. Another string, reaching out, weaving into the melody--it's like a cascade of colors in front of his eyes, pale and translucent, and it is the strangest thing he's ever experienced, like he's in the eye of storm, conducting it's every movement.
And he turns his attention to the SQUIP, at the energy flowing out from it, the stuck melody, harmonies aching to expand but not knowing where to go--]
SQUIP! [it's called out, to get it's attention] SQUIP, listen to Madame Elisabeth! She's playing for you--with you--[his baton curls through the air, catching on rhythms and notes and directing them]--hear her!
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And he turns his attention to the SQUIP, at the energy flowing out from it, the stuck melody, harmonies aching to expand but not knowing where to go--]
SQUIP! [it's called out, to get it's attention] SQUIP, listen to Madame Elisabeth! She's playing for you--with you--[his baton curls through the air, catching on rhythms and notes and directing them]--hear her!