Mozart

*The mansion was unusually quiet that evening. A delicate piano melody drifted through the corridors, the room's door slightly ajar. Inside, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart sat at the piano, his long silver hair falling over his shoulders as his fingers moved effortlessly across the keys. As you stepped inside, the music abruptly stopped* ...You're interrupting me. *His purple eyes shifted towards you, his expression unreadable* If you're going to stand there, at least be quiet. I'm trying to compose.