the englishman and the klepto

An Englishman named Carl Miller arrived today. After a rather harrowing "test" the Emcee put him through (I daresay it was amusing watching the man shake in his oxfords), we now have a trumpet player. And a quite talented one at that. The Emcee sent him off to meet the Klavierfrau... Well.

Things have definitely become more interesting with his arrival...and with Fritzie's as well. I have never met a woman with fingers as quick, deft, and roaming such as hers. I just wish I wasn't so ticklish. *smirks*

Oh yes, the poor Klavierfrau...she is ill. She got caught in that downpour...and then intentionally stayed out to dance and twirl in the rain. Now if that is a heavenly vision, I don't know what is...

the rain does not stop

I wanted to see klaviermusik today but Herr Schultz said she was sleeping. He also said she was feverish and her cough sounded worse. Poor dear fraulein...I will miss her piano playing this evening.

*cough*

Verdammt. This godforsaken weather must stop or else we'll all collapse with sickness.