Chapter One

It all went through in a hurry, the quick but somehow joyful wedding of Wolfgang and Constanze. The married couple lived in the Weber's household, bickering and laughing every moment they shared together.

When all seemed to be fine and normal again, a letter broke the peaceful glass dome.

"Wolfie! There's a letter!" Constanze waved the elaborate letter in front of her husband's face, "Don't you want to read it, maestro?" She mocked her voice.

Meanwhile, Wolfgang was sitting on the stool, testing the piano notes. He held a quill in his hand, and was franticly scribing his music down. "Just a moment, dear." He muttered, dipping his quill into the inkbottle on the piano. He wrote down another line of music, and put down the equipment. "Where's the letter, Constanze?"

"Here," The young lady handed the letter to Wolfgang.

Wolfgang quickly opened the case and pulled out the paper inside. "Let's see… Monsieur Mozart, we are very sad to inform you that…" Suddenly, the musician stopped, an expression of shock and sadness on his face.

"Wolfie?" Constanze asked carefully, worry laced in her voice. She knew Wolfgang had a rather emotional temper, and she always wanted to be a kindly wife to him.

But there's no reply. Instead, Wolfgang sat still, his eyes staring at the letter.

Constanze took action. She took the letter and begun to read, "…to inform that your sister, Maria Anna Mozart had died…"

The letter dropped to the floor.

It was like darkness falling over the room. The candles dimmed. The once relaxing atmosphere disappeared. The only sounds Constanze could hear was the continues sobbing of Wolfgang.

"No, no, this can't be happening!" Constanze thought, "The sweet Nannerl cannot just died now! Wolfgang surely couldn't bear this news!" Turning around, she faced Wolfgang.

He was gripping the music he had just composed. The once vivid tuff of light blond hair hanged lifelessly in front of Wolfgang's stricken face. The time seemed to stop, and the sorrowful sensation finally soaked in.

"I'm going to compose the greatest requiem… The best… Just for Nannerl…" Wolfgang whispered, closing his eyes.

Constanze embraced him, "Oh Wolfie…"

Just then the door of the music room opened. Mrs. Weber, accompanied by Josepha and Sophie, rushed to the couple.

"Oh my dear darlings!" Mrs. Weber cried as she too, throw her arms over Wolfgang and Constanze, "I'm so sorry for you and your poor sister Frau Nannerl!"

"Thank you, Madam." Wolfgang replied, still looking rather grief.

"Is there anything we can do?" Josepha asked.

Sophie picked a lose hair on Constanze's head and tuck it back behind her ear. "Sister, I know this is depressing news, but you must cope with it. Help Mozart, my sister."

Constanze gazed up, her eyes full of determination, "I will, Sophie, you know I will." She nudged Wolfgang, "You need rest, Wolfie, and the requiem can wait."

Leaving his unfinished papers behind on the piano, Wolfgang allowed himself to be led away to the bedroom leaning on Constanze's arm