Malou nodded her head in mild agreement as she considered it, almost hearing the music in her head. She was a fair singer herself, but had always been too shy to demonstrate that skill, besides her voice was firmly in the alto range, it would hardly soar beautifully on it's own unaccompanied. "I think it would depend on the soloist's range. A soprano or a tenor, perhaps, but I would be disinclined to believe an alto might be able to do the same thing for the piece." Malou's eyes met his gaze, holding steady as she calmed herself with the discussion, ignoring those thoughts swirling in the back of her mind.
But that had hardly been the point she was trying to make. As deftly as she could she brought the conversation back to her original point. "But I still believe the whole piece is better as a whole if a choir were to sing it. Should I try to play it on the piano it would be a pale imitation of what was intended." Such as the imitation of the song from the symphony she had played on the piano.
It was then that she realized not everyone's passion for music was quite as strong as her own, Mrs. Bagshot had warned her that first summer to refrain from going into musical details. She had said that it was delightful for a young lady to be able to demonstrate her skill on an instrument, but less attractive to know too much about the subject. Now the words came back to her and Malou felt the farmiliar sense of failure that had been so common that summer. As a healer and in her own life she felt assured of herself, able to speak of topics in depth. But as a debutante she had often felt she had failed more often than not. She had learned to be comfortable with the fact that she was never going to be the perfect young lady, and yet at this moment she felt the discomfort of knowing she would never be.
"You seem well versed in musical theory." Or rather the artistry behind it, perhaps that would have been more apt to say. "Are you musically inclinded?" That seemed too imprudent a question, but it was out in the air between them, slightly less mortifiying than asking if Mr. Prewett played a musical instrument or sang. Most men did not, she knew, at least not among her set, but still there was occasionally one who liked to sponsor the musical arts. Perhaps Mr. Prewett were among their number.
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But that had hardly been the point she was trying to make. As deftly as she could she brought the conversation back to her original point. "But I still believe the whole piece is better as a whole if a choir were to sing it. Should I try to play it on the piano it would be a pale imitation of what was intended." Such as the imitation of the song from the symphony she had played on the piano.
It was then that she realized not everyone's passion for music was quite as strong as her own, Mrs. Bagshot had warned her that first summer to refrain from going into musical details. She had said that it was delightful for a young lady to be able to demonstrate her skill on an instrument, but less attractive to know too much about the subject. Now the words came back to her and Malou felt the farmiliar sense of failure that had been so common that summer. As a healer and in her own life she felt assured of herself, able to speak of topics in depth. But as a debutante she had often felt she had failed more often than not. She had learned to be comfortable with the fact that she was never going to be the perfect young lady, and yet at this moment she felt the discomfort of knowing she would never be.
"You seem well versed in musical theory." Or rather the artistry behind it, perhaps that would have been more apt to say. "Are you musically inclinded?" That seemed too imprudent a question, but it was out in the air between them, slightly less mortifiying than asking if Mr. Prewett played a musical instrument or sang. Most men did not, she knew, at least not among her set, but still there was occasionally one who liked to sponsor the musical arts. Perhaps Mr. Prewett were among their number.