A Requiem, in D.

The soothing melody struck melancholy and altruism throughout the orchestral ball. The sweet somber tune of the infamous Lacrimosa, orchestrated by the mastermind, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. The melody continued throughout the cold Paris night. The ballroom, being an open area, sang its song through the cold bustling streets of the city. Mistresses with their gentlemen, children with their mothers, and the homeless feasting on the lice infected bread that was bestowed upon them by the evil wretch Queen Antoinette. The depressing and virtuosic tune gathered nearby bystanders, and to their amazement, stood a homme élégant, conducting a wand of what appeared to be pure magic, as the melody was not coming from the orchestra, but the baton itself. It spewed its beautiful tone across the now curiously imposed concert goers. The man had his back turned against them, so they could only see his greased back hair and top hat. After the wand's melody subsided, the man laid down his baton, and turned to face the concert goers. He was a rather handsome man. Strong jaw line, pointy noise, ocean eyes, and a handlebar mustache scurried upon his face. Utter silence fell upon the crowd, as though they did not want to eschew him away from his plan. He whispered, although every ear met the words. "The Requiem, has been completed" And as though he had never been there, he snapped his fingers, and disappeared. The concert goers stood there, in shock as the stage and podium evaporated with him. They recollected the pavement their feet stood upon. Soon, everyone began to fade back into the bustling streets of the city, with the smell of tobacco and sadness still present in the night air. Paris changed that night, and in a way, it was changed from its dystopia into its beautiful city of lights it now is. I'm sorry I must leave the story at an end there, but everyone needs a requiem at least once in there life. Therefore I conclude this journal, leaving it on my next podium at the next performance I give to a solitude. I hope you have learned by reading my entrance. Goodbye, and leave the Requiem in D, to me.