Erik Raison Monologue

It was as if when God created Erik Raison, He had reached a mighty hand into a bag of talents and showered them like rain over the child's cradle. There was hardly any other explanation for the myriad gifts that the man possessed. He composed renowned and respected music, and it was said that he had the voice that could sound like an angel from heaven above for a demon from hell below. It wasn't enough that he could create beauty with his voice, was it? It seemed that the Almighty had one last gift in store for Mr. Raison when He made those pianist's hands that were just as adept at tuning an instrument as they were at creating building plans. There had been many that whispered it wasn't fair that one man should be both a talented composer, …show more content…
Certainly, there were those who crowded around him when he deigned to make a public appearance, their faces following him like sunflowers tilting toward the sun. And after he attended a performance at the opera, those same admirers would linger outside of Box Five (for all that no one knew him, where he would sit was certain. In that way, at least, he was a creature of habit). But he would manage to spin his words in such away that he was able to pull off his hangers-on and slip away. Those that spoke to him said that he seemed polite enough, and they never heard about anything untoward concerning his behavior, but they said that there was something inside his eyes that was deep and distant. And sometimes there was an edge to his words and a curl to his lip that said perhaps he would prefer not to be delayed in small-talk. But then others shrugged and said that he was a Renaissance Man, and geniuses had their heads filled with so many notions beyond the comprehension of ordinary folk, it really wasn't any surprise that he seemed a world apart from everyone …show more content…
He had decided to join the Opera Company and several other patrons to a restaurant after a performance. He hadn't particularly wanted to, but it was necessary to occasionally slither out of his self appointed cloister of his flat and mingle with others. However much he found small talk dis-interesting, it was important to stay aware of the various goings on in the musical world.

But as he stepped out into the darkness, he noticed another shape standing near the door, huddled with its arms around itself, a ghost of air drifting out of its parted lips. Irritated that he wasn't alone, but unsurprised he took a step closer to assess whether this person seemed as if they would bother him. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was a thin young, blonde woman with her head lowered.

It likely wouldn't do well for his reputation if he surprised the girl and scared her out of her skin so, with reluctance he cleared his throat and resumed the polite, unflappable demeanor that he wore so