Sana sana colita de rana

Hey, psst.

Go play To the Moon.

The Mozart siblings are best friends, and they have been since they were only small children.

They see, they understand, and they are enough.

This escalated.  Read more for crying.

KILL THEM

While their kids are rehearsing, Anna Maria Mozart offers to help Cécilia Weber out with a sewing project and they find common ground.  For the #aprilfilles prompt “glitter”.

a/n: Hi my name is bean and I love soft pieces about family love 

“Are you envious of him?”

Nannerl looked up from her sheet music from her last music lesson she was wrapping up. Cavalieri seemed unimpressed with the small space Nannerl worked in. A makeshift music room with donated and second hand instruments, she was unimpressed by Nannerl’s casual look, the small hands gathering loose papers and mediocre sheet music designed for beginners.

She was unimpressed that Nannerl Mozart was here, contained to four walls and four walls alone. Like a caged butterfly, clinging to the side of the net, wings closed, it seemed almost…dead. “A pleasure to see you again, Caterina.” Nannerl smiled and went back to collecting her things.

“Nanny~” Cavalieri through her arms around Nannerl’s much smaller, dainty frame. “You should rid yourself of this classroom and come out to the opera! Play a piece like Wolf, I can’t stand to see you so…subdued.”

“And what if I like subdued” she stuck out her tongue then paused. “you asked if I was envious of him, what did you mean by that, Caterina?”

Cavalieri didn’t answer right away. She turned and gently dusted off the tiny piano bench and took a very long, dignified seat, crossing her legs one over the other. “…We all know this was your dream too, Nannerl, to perform. Its why he dedicates nearly every encore to you—“

“He does not!” She waved her hand dismissively with a slight chuckle.

“Oh he does, you know he does, most likely out of guilt for stealing away your dreams of becoming a musician but you know the world is large enough for two Mozarts and—“

“My father would never approve.” Nannerl began, “that was long decided before Mozart’s true talents were truly formed, I was never to be…him.” She mused. Slow, Nannerl walked to the window of her classroom and leaned up against the dusted glass pans and looked out to the world. “I never was jealous of my brother…I was…mournful.”

“Because your hopes and dreams died alongside that hair? Nannerl, height is all the fashion, I’ll recommend you to a friend of Salieri and I, he does wonders with hair.”  

Caterina’s playful humor forced Nannerl to giggle even more, though she knew that it was a buffer for what Caterina feared was Nannerl’s delicate feelings. “I mourned the life that might have been if father chose me…but I realize that by being the one who follows all of Father’s rules, who fulfills every demand, who plays the part of the harmony…”

“Nannerl…?”

“Mozart would never be able to play the part of dotting son, as much as he demands Papa’s approval he is his own, impulsive, brilliant, uncontained man. He is a melody, strung high and mighty against the chords of man. If I play my part of a harmony, if I can do what I do and support my brother, then why should I be envious…when he succeeds, we in turn succeed together.”

Caterina watched Nannerl’s smile grow wide, without a hint of any self-loathing or sadness, there wasn’t even a drop of doubt or malice. She truly meant that, with all her heart, she did not settle, she chose to be who she was, what she was for family rather glory. “Ugh, you Mozarts, Martyrs and Madmen all the same.” She walked over and gently gave Nannerl’s shoulder a squeeze. “Its sickening how much you love your brother.”