he towering roof of the theatre echoed
with the thundering sound of the orchestra. All of the attendants sat
mesmerized, their minds taken completely by the events unfolding on stage. Gods
and mortals battled their wits across the eons of time, the Norse legends
reaching their realization for the benefit of the paying patrons. The hall was
completely full, all of the stalls and floor seating taken up by the artistic
glitterati of Venice, eager to hear the latest work from Richard Wagner.
The
Doctor sat contently, his chin resting in his hands as the opera continued his
eyes bleary as he looked on in amazement. There was no greater pleasure in the
entire galaxy than the first rendition of a would-be famous orchestral and
operatic masterpiece, Wagner’s Ring cycle being one of the premier events. He
sat back in his chair and adjusted the collar of his awkward fitting shirt, the
dress code of Venice in the late 19th Century not entirely to his
tastes.
'Professor, I’m bored when is this
finished?' Ace moaned, rubbing at her sides as the tightness of her corset
became altogether too much of a nuisance.
'Ssshhh' Came a disgruntled cry form
somewhere behind. Ace turned around in her chair and scowled at the blank faces.
'Shh yourselves' She said loudly, her voice
combating the violins.
'Ace!' The Doctor commanded through gritted
teeth, grabbing her arm and giving it a sharp tug. The young woman sat back in
her chair and rolled her eyes.
'Blooming cheek.' The Doctor leaned forward
and stared at the events of the opera.
'You should be more appreciative Ace,' He
said, his eyes unstinting from the stage and his hands beginning to move in
time with the music, a silent conductor of the higher arts. 'We’re witnessing
one of history’s finest moments,' Ace folded her arms across her chest and
shrugged her shoulders.
'Sounded better at the proms if you ask
me.' She mumbled. The Doctor continued his mesmeronic trance with the music,
