Our Dearest Symphony
A/N: Here’s my contribution for the Royai Week prompt “Music!” Note that this is a two-part piece! The second part will be my final contribution for the week. I hope you enjoy!
“Brigadier General,” Roy beckoned without looking up from the phonograph he was fiddling with, “Could you come here for a second? I need some advice.”
“Of course, sir,” Riza replied, setting her paperwork down on the table she had made her temporary desk. She made her way over to him and stopped by his side as he rested his chin on his fists, scrutinizing it. When her eyes followed his down, however, she saw that his eyes weren’t on the phonograph itself. Instead, they were darting between two records that were laid out before him.
“What are your thoughts?”
She looked up and found that his eyes were no longer on the flat discs, and were instead on her. “My thoughts, sir?”
When her eyes met hers, his lips curved upward. “About the records, General,” he replied. “I’m having difficulty deciding which I want to play to begin the night’s festivities.”
“Oh.” Pressing her hands against the desk, she leaned over to better look at the names of the tracks on the records. Though the labels were worn, she could make out the names scrawled onto their labels. The first, Pavane, was a track she was very familiar with. It had been one she would listen to when she would study as a young girl. A sharp F-minor with an orchestral version that she found difficult to not get up and saunter around her room to, best describing it as a flow of melodic climaxes with a beautifully haunting elegance to it…
Shaking her head to rid herself of the unnecessary flow of memories, she turned her attention to the second record that was in front of him. Its label more worn than the previous record, it was difficult for her at first to make out its name. But when she caught the number “9” on the tag, she couldn’t help but smile. Symphony No. 9, known to most people by the popular name of ‘New World Symphony,’ had been her personal favorite when she was younger. While the previous track made it hard to stand still, this one made it entirely impossible. During the rare times her father would go into town or would take Roy on an alchemy-based excursion, she’d set the record on their phonograph and dance around the house as she completed her chores. Its perfectly harmonized medley of instruments had an intoxicating effect.