Impromptu

:49:17

I want to go home.

:49:20

Mummy said
we can’t go till the roads dry up.

:49:24

But it’s been raining for three days now.

:49:27

It’s no use. We’re prisoners.

:49:30

Prisoners of the Bastille.

:49:33

Guards are everywhere.

:49:35

- We’ll blast our way out.
- Yes!

:49:38

(plays listless, melancholic piece)

:49:45

(sighs)

:50:06

Monsieur Chopin, it sounds
so like the raindrops, it’s quite magical,

:50:11

but I must ask you to produce
a little sunshine for us instead.

:50:14

I’m about to go mad with the sound
of horrid rain, day in, day out.

:50:20

Ordinarily I would just take a bromide
and go to bed,

:50:23

but one has guests to entertain.

:50:28

Stupid, stupid rain!

:50:35

No need to entertain us, Your Excellency.

:50:37

Rather, it is our turn to entertain you.

:50:40

- I’ve just written a play for your theatre.
- Oh, how gay!

:50:43

Eugene will paint the scenery.
The maids can do the costumes.

:50:47

- Chopin will provide an accompaniment.
- Delighted.

:50:50

We’ll play the parts and you will enjoy
this tribute from your grateful geniuses.

:50:56

The style’s a bit precious.
Do you mind if I rewrite it?