Oαкяσѕє ǀηѕтιтυтє ƒσя Ɠιƒтє∂ Ƴσυтн discussion

A room larger than a concert hall will hundreds of plush seats.

So Maximilian had just discovered the death of his parents and was of course still struggling to get over it. And he had decided to do the only thing that had crossed his mind and that could calm him down was, of course, music. Thus, Maximilian had yelled at one of the lower ranking students to clear the auditorium for him so that he could enjoy himself. Making his way there once it had been cleared, Maximilian opened the mahogany case lined with velvet that housed his beautiful silver Stradivarius and started to play the most recent piece he had come up with, a slow and rather melancholy piece he had written in honour of his now dead parents. After all, they deserved nothing less than the best now that they were no more.

Ramona entered the auditorium, hoping for some peace and quiet. She hated being a peasant. She hated it so so much. People yelled at her all day long, and she had to cook and clean. She was 17, this shouldn't be her life! When she entered the auditorium, she already had a headache. She'd wanted to sit down, but oh no. What was that she heard. "UGH will you turn that awful noise off?!" Ramona screamed angrily, stamping her foot. "I just want some freaking peace and quiet, I've got a freaking blinding headache, and I JUST want to sit down! So make that awful noise stop!"

Maximilian had been enjoying playing his musical piece seeing as, well, he was a wonderful musician. That was his greatest talent, after all. It had not taken too long to compose and he still wasn't convinced that it was perfect. But he was willing to work forever in order to ensure that the piece he wrote for his parents would be the greatest he ever wrote. Except of course, someone then decided to interrupt his performance. Glancing up, he nearly grinned, glad to see it was nothing more than a peasant which he could no doubt exploit now. But before he even had the chance to send her off to get him a drink or something ridiculous like that, she started ranting about how he was making an awful noise and Maximilian immediately scowled. He hated it whenever people dared to insult his music, since his music was absolutely wonderful and he placed his violin in the case again, not hesitating to move over to her and place his hands on his hips. "What did you say?"

"God, are you deaf, you sniveling prince? I said that the music is awful, and I have a headache, and thank lord it's stopped! Now I'm telling you to get your ugly face and bad breath away from me!" Ramona snapped, crossing her arms and glaring fiercely at Maximilian. "And if you dare to give me the 'you're a prince and you can do whatever you want' speech, I will find out everything about you and get my revenge! You can't take anything from me! I have nothing to lose!"

Maximilian scowled, raising a hand in anger and then slapping her hard across the face. How dare anyone ever dare to call his music awful. He was, as he had already made clear a thousand times before, a wonderful musician, and it was obvious to anyone who listened. "I am most certainly an excellent musician!" he shouted in anger. Ignorant. "Oh, and I can most certainly do whatever I desire. There is absolutely nothing to stop me," he objected, even though this was, to some extent, a slight lie. However, since his parents were now dead, what did he have to lose? Nothing. He couldn't be demoted from Prince, obviously, and there was nothing else left to lose. "You are not here to argue with me. You are here to do whatever I tell you to do."

Ramona started to scream at the top of her lungs as she slapped him back and pushed him hard. "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! Do you have any idea how much I hear that! I am a human being So what if I'm a peasant, I'm a human, and I have a life, and so what if you're richer or more privileged? I won't let you tell me what to do, because you'd be just as angry as I am now if you were a peasant who had to listen to a bunch of bratty, whiny, teenagers grumble about how rich and lucky they are!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, which was very loud. She hated the princes and princesses. She hated that stupid, malevolent queen. Ramona hated this school! She would tear it down with her bare hands if she could!

"Shut up!" Maximilian shouted at her, a little annoyed by what he was hearing from her. Urgh. She wasn't in any position to speak to him like this, honestly. As though she thought they were lucky. Honestly. His parents were dead. He had nothing left to care about, honestly. He honestly did not care about anything else anymore, seeing as there really wasn't a point. "Do you honestly think you know what it is like for us? You are nothing more than a peasant, is that understood? You have absolutely no right to speak to me like that, and you have no idea what our life is like, so don't you ever dare call us anything."

"Oh I have a right to talk like this! As long as I have a tongue I can talk like this!" Ramona screamed. "And I am so much more than a peasant! Would you be 'nothing more than a peasant' if you were one? NO! You'd insist that you were a human and deserved to be treated like one! So until us peasants get some respect around here, I will insult you princes and princesses all I want! You're lazy, and rich, and have all the privileges around here, even if you did nothing to earn them!"

"My parents have died!" Maximilian shouted at her angrily, deciding that, even if she didn't understand the rest of his inner turmoil. "I have just been told that they are dead and I am attempting to perform a piece I wrote in their honour and yet you are the one who is interrupting me! And if you continue to do so then I swear I shall rip out your tongue myself and you know full well that nobody would stop me from doing so because I am a Prince and you are nothing of the sort!"

"Oh, join the club!" Ramona screamed, disgusted. If this had been a peasant who had just lost their parents, Ramona would've felt sorry for them. But this insufferable prince deserved it. "Everybody's parents die! Everybody! Nobody spends more than a year at this dump without losing their parents! I came here 5 years ago, and I lost mine not long after that! So get used to it! I don't care if I'm not a stupid princess, or a moronic princess, stop playing that damned music and get used to the death that this dump reeks of!"

"Silence!" Maximilian shouted at her, utterly offended by this. He knew full well that his parents had to die as, well, everybody's seemed to die, but that didn't mean he couldn't be upset. Evidently she failed to understand exactly how attached to them Maximilian had been and, well, he sort of understood that, although not entirely. "I shall play whichever piece I desire. If you do not have your own piece to mourn yours, well, I am not entirely bothered."

"I mourned my parents 4 years ago, you senseless idiot! I just didn't make a horrible racket when I did it! So don't expect me to mourn them now, I'm going to find a way to get out of this dump and find out what really happened to everybody's family!" Ramona screamed. She hadn't really mourned her parents a lot, actually. She'd thrown a fit, vandalizing the school and attacking people. It was her way of mourning.

"It is not a horrible racket!" Maximilian shouted back in clear frustration. He was incredibly proud of his music, and she was the only person ever to tell him it wasn't as wonderful as he knew it to be. "And I do not care what you wish to do, I am occupied mourning my own parents in my own way, and you may go and deal with your own problems elsewhere."

"My own problems? Deal with them? Don't you think I've tried that?! I can't deal with them!!! My problem is not having a way to escape this school, I can't solve that!" Ramona screamed, and stamped her foot.

"That is not my fault," Maximilian objected, shaking his head. Why would that be his fault, anyway? "That is yours. If you wish to leave, do not bother me about such things."

"I'll bother everybody about my wish to leave until I'm out of here, pretty-boy!" Ramona screamed. It bothered her so much when he shook his head that she slapped him again, very harshly.

Maximilian stared at her in some shock as she slapped him, not sure what to do. After all, who had ever slapped him before? Nobody. He simply was not used to it at all. After a moment his face grew more angry and he glared at her. "Like, what the hell?" he demanded in frustration. "You can't hit me! Do you know who I am?"

Ramona cackled. "YES, I CAN hit you! I have the ability to move my hand! See?" She laughed, slapping him again. "And I don't care who the hell you are!" It felt to good to slap a prince.

"Stop slapping me!" Maximilian shouted at her, moving away so that she wouldn't be able to reach him. He hated this. First he lost his parents, and now he had to deal with this idiotic brat. Urgh. "Leave me alone or...or I will kill you." As if he cared. He could make stupid threats if he wanted to.

"Ooh, and risk being lowered to anything less than a prince? Yeah freaking right!" Ramona sneered. "That's it. I can't waste my time with a whiny, pathetic, idiot like you." She spit on Maximilian's shirt and stomped out of the auditorium.