— Oh, you have one of our schedules, we… having trouble locating one, this use of, utilization of…
— Schepperman?
— Schepperman? Yes well he, ahm, it was his idea originally. This doing this Ring, before he, before we replaced him. He, ah, painted, taught painting, that was before we replaced him of course, a little trouble over the loyalty oath provision…
— Little? Mister Pecci repeated, opening pinstripe over his glittering tieclasp in a campaign gesture. — Like being a little bit pregnant, eh?
— Yes well of course the, on the cultural aspect of the arts we have a studio teacher now, Whiteback came on at the brightness control, — a video personality that motivates a really meaningful learning experience in these youngsters…
— Everybody has a laughing place, to go, hol hol
The face of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart shimmered on the screen.
— To go hol hol
— Here she is now yes, I think she taped this audio part, introducing this, music appreciation this is, in terms of closed-circuit capabilities this…
— In terms of tangibilitating the full utilization potential of in-school television…
— Something for the pit and something for the gallery, murmured Mister Ford.
— Making the artist really come alive for these youngsters. Humanizing them, the artists that is to say, motivating…
— Warm bodies…
— Today, boys and girls…
— Who’s that?
— The Mozart. It’s…
— No. The voice…
— fairy tale life of the composer Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Even his name, Amadeus, or in German, Gottlieb, means beloved by the gods…
— Remind me to call him later, about the fire sprinklers, Whiteback inclined toward Hyde in undertone.
— Call who.
— Gottlieb, about the fire sprinklers.
— darling of the gods, this little Peter Pan of music who never really grew up, a real life fairy tale that takes us from the glittering courts of Europe to a scene in a great thunderstorm. There’s even a mysterious messenger of death in this tale, filled with magic and enchantment…
— That’s not Dan, is it? the voice? muttered Hyde, as the camera shuddered down the spangle-decked embroidery of a sleeve to fingers drawn poised on a keyboard.
— apple cheeks, dressed in silks of lilac and gold, was barely seven years old when he played for the court in Vienna and the Emperor called him my little magician. In Naples the superstitious Italians even made him take off a ring he was wearing, to prove it wasn’t a magic ring that gave him his magical powers…
And in response to a querulous growl from Mister Pecci the still picture on the screen gave way to a face staring directly at the viewers, glistening with perspiration.
— playing and composing music since the age of four. By the time he was fourteen Mozart had written sonatas, a symphony, even an opera…
— This is our, our composer in residence, Whiteback blurted with what sounded like relief. — He’s been working with our ahm curriculum specialist she thought he needed, must have thought he needed exposure to the ahm, to do a very fine job of course we have you Foundation people to thank…
— rich people who commissioned work from artists and gave them money. Mozart wrote beautiful music for his patron until he left the Archbishop’s house to marry a beautiful girl named Constanze. Later Mozart told a friend, when my wife and I were married we both burst into tears, and that shows us what a really human porson this great genius really was doesn’t it boys and girls. His wife’s name Constanze means constancy, and she was constant to her dear childlike husband all the rest of his, of his, his cheap coffin in the rain that…
— A little heavy on the talking face, came murmured from the heap of cameras on the sofa — and you want a little more spontaneity here where he’s shuffling pages around like that, come in close on the way his hands are shaking, it looks a little forced…
— the um, constant yes she, she constantly spent what little money they had on luxuries and she, she was constantly pregnant and she, finally she was constantly sick so you can see why she, why Mozart burst into tears when he married her. He was always the, this little darling of the gods he’d supported his whole family since he was a child being dragged around by his father and shown off like a, like a little freak…
— He, he seems to be departing somewhat from the ahm, the…
— They needed a stronger key light on that waist shot when he threw out the script, get across a lot more spontaneity without it…
— money, he wrote three of his greatest symphonies in barely two months while he was running around begging for loans wherever he…
— Yes Miss ah, Miss Flesch will probably take over any minute she, it’s her program, studio lesson that is to say of course on our budget we can’t go all out on ahm, on these enrichment programs in music, just in music alone we’re already spending just on band uniforms alone…
— three more piano concertos, two string quintets, and the three finest operas ever written, and he’s desperate, undernourished, exhausted, frantic about money while his wife runs up doctor bills and he’s pawning everything in sight just in order to work, to keep working…
— You’ve got to watch those hot lights on these close shots.
— Yes he, he needs a haircut… and the full face on the screen dissolved to a wigged profile where the camera sought something of interest in the composer’s baleful eye.
— think he was childish, she was twice as childish and, and oh yes this mysterious stranger dressed all in gray who Mozart thought was a messenger of death, it was really just a messenger from a crackbrain count named Walsegg who wanted some music for his dead wife. He couldn’t write a requiem so he wanted to hire Mozart to, and then pretend he’d written it himself. What else could Mozart do? He’s sick, worn out, used up, he’s only about thirty-five and he’s been supporting everybody in sight for thirty years, but he sets to work again. He’s having trouble breathing, having fainting spells, he’s emaciated, his legs and hands swell up and he finally thinks somebody is trying to poison him that’s a, a real life fairy tale all right boys and girls, now the storm. It’s December, rain and sleet howling through the night. I’m already tasting death, he says, and shivers his lips in the, in a little drum passage from his requiem…
— Sorry, if someone could tell me where the men, the boys’ room is…?
— Out yes out to the right Mister Gall it’s ahm, it’s marked boys yes maybe we’ve all seen enough of this to ahm, in terms of structuring the material that is to…
— What’s their camera there an Arri? Looks like they’ve got the wrong lens…
— spent about four dollars for his funeral but that, that might spoil our nice fairy tale boys and girls his few friends following the cheap coffin in the rain and turning back before it ever reached the pauper’s grave nobody could ever find again is, do you know what a pauper is boys and girls? It means a very poor person and and, yes and we don’t like to think about poor people no, no let’s try to remember this little, little unspoiled genius in his happy moments when he, when he um, yes when he wrote happy letters to people, yes…
— I’d stay away from prop shots like this one too, they’re liable to pick up the book upside down.
— Yes we’ve had ahm, had trouble with books yes…