Saving Musicalia

Saving Musicalia

Tremella flexed her fingers and took a deep breath. She began to thrum the rows of graduated rows of glass cylinders with varying volumes of liquid expertly. The representatives from both parts of the country sat solemnly listening.

The delegation from Pianissimo were entranced by the soaring tones. Those from Forte seemed to be straining to hear. She turned up the volume as loud as it would go on the spirit organ. The second group began to smile, while the first group covered its ears.

“I must do something! By accommodating one group I am losing the other!” she told herself under her breath.

She began to thrum faster with the volume turned down to where it had been. Slowly the liquids in the cylinders began to rise, bubbling and frothing. The ambassadors began to gasp with awe.

“Now, my beauties, do your magic!” Tremella coaxed softly.

The contents of all the cylinders began to spew smoke into the air. The vaporous cloud drifted over the delegates and settled on them all at once.

Smiles began to appear, and the delegates nodded and shook hands with each other.

Tremella slowly stopped thrumming. She stood up and bowed to the audience.

“Brava, Brava!” she heard from all sides. She bowed again deeply.

It looked promising for a truce between the two warring factions and the Empress looked pleased.

“Tremella, attend us please!” she heard the Empress say in her ear.

“Of course, madame.”

“My dear Tremella, that was most impressive. But will it last?”

“I added something to the cloud, so each would hear their own music and not that of the other.”

“Excellent! That means my proclamation to rename Musicallia will no longer be opposed to the point of civil war!

“Harmonious is a perfect name, your Grace!”