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<blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 830499" data-attributes="member: 9167">Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite - the Music RoomWednesday 11th December, 2002Caitlyn smiled slightly, <a href="http://www.wyastone.co.uk/nrl/main/5491_1.ram" target="_blank">letting her fingers trail over the ivory keys in lulling melody</a>...drifting through Mozart into something else...something that seemed to echo her thoughts.&nbsp; &quot;Didn't he also say 'Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero'?&quot; she answered with a half-dreaming tone.&nbsp; &quot;What does one care about what you can see in a hundred years or more when you have so much here to weave in the present?&quot;This room, this beautiful room, a prison beyond her wildest dreams.&nbsp;&nbsp; A slow sigh echoed from her lips. &quot;I admire them...Mozart...Van Gogh...Socrates...because they lived and they died for their art.&nbsp; In that short amount of time what wonders have they created!&quot;Her long black lashes closed over delicate cheekbones as she let her music pull her into that part of her she loved the most.&nbsp; The one that drifted above the world and within the stars of creation.&nbsp; &quot;Do you think that if they could live to see the years...that they would have created in such earnest?&nbsp; I think it's when the Angel of Death hovers above you that you work at your very best.&nbsp; That feverish moment when there is nothing to lose...and yet everything to lose that you are at your pinnacle. Quod me nutrit, me destruit.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="KitanaVorr, post: 830499, member: 9167"] [b]Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite - the Music Room[/b] Wednesday 11th December, 2002 Caitlyn smiled slightly, [url=http://www.wyastone.co.uk/nrl/main/5491_1.ram]letting her fingers trail over the ivory keys in lulling melody[/url]...drifting through Mozart into something else...something that seemed to echo her thoughts. "Didn't he also say 'Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero'?" she answered with a half-dreaming tone. "What does one care about what you can see in a hundred years or more when you have so much here to weave in the present?" This room, this beautiful room, a prison beyond her wildest dreams. A slow sigh echoed from her lips. "I admire them...Mozart...Van Gogh...Socrates...because they lived and they died for their art. In that short amount of time what wonders have they created!" Her long black lashes closed over delicate cheekbones as she let her music pull her into that part of her she loved the most. The one that drifted above the world and within the stars of creation. "Do you think that if they could live to see the years...that they would have created in such earnest? I think it's when the Angel of Death hovers above you that you work at your very best. That feverish moment when there is nothing to lose...and yet [i]everything[/i] to lose that you are at your pinnacle. Quod me nutrit, me destruit." [/QUOTE]

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