So you'll be an Austrian Nobleman
Commissioning a symphony in C
Which defies all earthly descriptions
You'll be Commissioning a symphony in C

With money you squeeze from the peasants
To your nephew you can give it as a present
This magnificent symphony in C
You'll be commissioning a symphony in C

Completely filling the palace concert hall
It's warm and golden like an oven that's wide open
It has a melody both happy and sad
Built on Victoria's young triads

You've entered the room with great caution
Though no one in the hall is even watching
They are transfixed
They are forgetting just to breath
They are so taken by your symphony...
In C

You're sitting there thinking your thoughts
They are not about what is but what is not
You are sitting there breathing in your breath
You are seldom breathing life but mostly death

So you'll be an Austrian Nobleman
Commissioning a symphony in C
Which defies all earthly descriptions
You'll be commissioning...
A symphony...
In C

An introduction is key to finding yourself. After all, you only get one shot at first impression. Only one chance to prove your worth and that you deserve the respect to be listened to. Such is the case with (Your name). She finds herself trying to gain enough confidence to approach the handsome young man who is the renowned musician, Roderich Edelstein. The young lady has heard many-a-story of the fabulous young prodigy, hailing from the city of dreams and the birthplace of music itself: Vienna, Austria. Her eyes fall upon him deep in a Viennese concert hall in winter. There is snow outside and people enjoying artfully crafted Austrian coffees and eating delicious sachertortes along with various other sweets and delicacies the city has to offer. People are bustling around the warm building in their thick winter coats, smiling and laughing and exchanging light-hearted words in German and English alike in the aftermath of the great symphony resonating magnificently before. She stares in awe and wonder as her bright and shining eyes fall upon the man himself. He is being crowded by people all around, complimenting him, worshipping him, glaring jealously upon Roderich Edelstein. The young woman sets her jaw after a moment - alas, she is unable to bring herself to approach such an accomplished man. So she turns on her heel, only to find a hand upon her shoulder.

"Entschuldigung fräulein, were you wishing to speak to me?" Comes a young man's German accented and pampered drawl. The female slowly turns around to look up and find the very man she had reluctantly abandoned hope in approaching. Roderich Edelstein stands before her. She would have normally taken the time to observe him, but alas, she could only stare up into the amethyst eyes shaded from behind those rectangular spectacles that glinted due to the many warm yellow lights of the concert hall. "Uh..." the dumbfounded murmur of uncertainty escapes her chapped lips and she tears her gaze away to his polished black dress shoes, feeling her cheeks crawl with embarrassed heat. He tilts his head slightly, curiously even, as he gazes down at this bashful young lady as he waits patiently for her to answer. Finally, she does. "Um, y-yes, sir. I was h-hoping to compliment your work." she muttered in embarrassment, feeling terribly exposed under the harsh gazes of all the cynics and the penetrating violet gaze of the young Austrian. A gentle smile quirked pale lips. "Why, thank you." he remarked with a slender hand coming up to tuck his fringe back where it was supposed to be while she muttered an embarrassed "thank you."
"I assume you know my name, so my I have yours? "
The young woman looked up with wide (Eye color) eyes to meet his own curious violet. "My name is (Your name ."