WARNING: Contains contents which some may find offensive; if you do not believe love between two individuals of the same gender is acceptable then please turn away now. : )
Disclaimer: I do not own these historical figures.
NOTE: This story will be written in Script format with narration done by one of the characters. And PLEASE do not expect absolute historical accuracies in my story; I like to make things up here and there. Thank you, and happy reading.
(Rutkowski is entirely made up for the convenience of the story because I could not find out who it was that introduced Chopin to Liszt. If anyone knows, please leave a comment and let me know. Thanks!)
Delacroix Narration: Chopin arrived in Paris as a homesick young man looking for a place in the big city. With the help of a fellow Polish businessman, who frequented the artistic circles, managed to get an appointment with an already famous pianist.
(Scene shows Chopin walking and checking his pocket watch)
Chopin: *Stops by the door and goes in*
Concierge: Good afternoon Monsieur, may I take your coat?
Chopin: *Smiles pleasantly and takes off his coat* Oh yes, please, and my hat too. *Hands concierge his hat*
Concierge: *Bows and takes his coat and hat*
Chopin: *Walks into the salon and spots Rutkowski, a friend*
Rutkowski: My dear Frederyk, youre right on time! *Opens his arms and embraces Chopin*
Chopin: Good afternoon Adam. *Smiles* I cant express enough gratitude for all the troubles you went through to help me.
Rutkowski: *Puts an arm around Chopins shoulders* No problem at all, Frederyk. The fine gentleman youre about to meet will no doubt boost your artistic career through the roof! *Guides Chopin to sit down*
Chopin: *Turns toward Rutkowski looking almost slightly worried* Do tell me about this Monsieur Liszt. Ive heard about him, mostly questionable rumours about his personal life, which isnt what Im entirely concerned with.
Rutkowski: Its unfortunate thats what you hear about these days, with newspapers exploiting the poor fellows life. But I can assure you, *turns more towards Chopin and smiling* Monsieur Liszts talent definitely surpasses the number of women hes taken to bed. *Laughs and slaps Chopins shoulders*
Chopin: *Gives a pointed look but does not comment* *Looks down at his pocket watch* *It was after their planned meeting time* He is late
(A distant voice at the door grabs everyones attention)
You wish to take my suit jacket? What are you going to do with it, throw it at the hungry harpies gathering outside the door waiting for me to come out? Passionate women are frightening creatures, dear lad.
It is rather ironic that the first words Chopin heard from Liszt were his arrogant exaggeration, though meant all in good humor, towards his adoring female fans. With a hearty bark of laughter, Franz, as usual, made his entry far sooner than his actual arrival.
(Chopin stands up, looking slightly nervous)
(Scene switches to the opened door, as Liszt walks in, eyes immediately resting upon Chopin)
As dramatic as his entrance, Franz Liszt walked into the room with confident strides and a large smile plastered on his handsome face. He seemed to have lighted the whole room up with waves of joy, as he grabbed hold of the undivided attention of all in the room; it was easy for him of course, as he is a rather charismatic and charming man.
Rutkowski: Monsieur Liszt, what happened to your suit jacket?
Liszt: *Shifts his eyes away from Chopin for a brief moment* The adorable young lad at the door asked for my coat, but I had none, so I gave him my jacket!
Rutkowski: *Laughs* Always in good humor arent you, Monsieur Liszt!
Liszt: *Smiles* Franz would do. *Turns back to look at Chopin with interest*
Rutkowski: *Notes Liszts interest* Franz, please allow me to introduce to you, Monsieur Chopin.
Chopins first meeting with Liszt was hardly a good one, as Chopin seldom finds pleasurable company first time meeting anybody. He was painfully aware of the attractive nature of Liszt and how much of a direct opposite he was. They were as different as two men can be. And Chopin found this highly offensive to his sensitive heart, as Franz Liszt reminded him of all his shortcomings.
However, as he looked up, meeting Liszts intense gaze once more, felt himself unable to look away, as Liszts eyes seemed to be winking at him.
Chopin: Its a great pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Liszt. *Looking flustered*
Liszt: As is mine. *Holds out his hand*
Franzs hand was strong as he held Chopins slender fingers. Chopin, perhaps uncomfortable at the sight of his small hands clutched by Liszts large ones, found himself shaking at their first physical contact with each other. And as their hands parted, the one clad in white silk lingered and brushed just slightly against its larger counterpart.
As Rutkowski explained Chopins situation to Liszt, with Liszt constantly looking at Chopin, the slight figured Polish man seemed to be currently absent from the conversation regarding himself; his mind entirely concentrated elsewhere.
I think I know how to help Monsieur Chopin.
Liszts voice jolted Chopin out of his thoughts.
Liszt: *Smiles* But I am curious of his playing.
With his hands shaking and heart fluttering like butterflies, Chopin sat in front of the piano, seemingly nervous having to perform in front of a famous pianist. Perhaps the absence of his beloved white gloves made him insecure under Liszts watchful eyes. Liszt of course doesnt notice this discomfort, as he leaned lightly against the piano, almost as if posing for a portrait, with another handsome but encouraging smile.
Looking down at the keys, Chopin sunk into another moment of self-consciousness. Chopin was not fit to be a performer and he knew this. His heart gives away too easily under the curious, sometimes interrogating pressure of the audience. It frightens him, to have many pairs of eyes looking at every part of him, as if to expose him of his innermost desires.
Liszt: *Reaches out and rests a hand on Chopins shoulder*
Chopin: *Shifts his eyes but does not look up* *Pauses a little, and lets out a light breath* *Rests his hands on the piano*
Chopins music won over Liszts heart faster than how Liszt can woo a woman, but, at the moment, Liszt was blissfully unaware that Chopins music wont be the only thing he falls in love with in the future.