Chapter Two
A few days rolled away. The Webers were preparing the luggage they needed to bring while going to Salzburg to attend the funeral of Nannerl. Constanze was looking after Wolfgang, whom always seemed to be in a daze.
The requiem, which Wolfgang promised to write in honor of his dead sister, had been half way through. These days, the only things that Wolfgang would do were to compose the requiem. He would stay in the music room for an entire day if not for Constanze and Mrs. Weber, whom were worried for his health.
"Wolfie! You really need to come out and at least eat your food! You can't stay like that!" One day, Constanze decided to drag her husband out of his mood, even though she too, was miserable from Nannerl's death.
"No, Constanze," The musician said, "I must finished this… For Nannerl…"
"Then eat some food and then finish that requiem, Wolfie. You're so thin!" Constanze protested.
After a while, Mrs. Weber came in, holding a plate of pork and vegetables. To be honest, the smell was marvelous, but still, Wolfgang didn't seemed to be interested. He wrote furiously on the papers, singing out the tunes to himself.
Mrs. Weber put down the plate on the table beside, and went to talk with Constanze. "Poor boy," She sighed, "Just a week ago he was so lively and jumping upside down. Now? Such a wretched mood he's in."
"Mother, you got anything to help him?" Constanze asked, pacing back and forth.
"No, my dear, but perhaps if you could led him outside… Well, I'm sure the fresh air would help."
Constanze nodded. She briskly walked to where Wolfgang was, and whispered something in his ear. Unwillingly, Wolfgang got up from his seat and followed Constanze outside. Mrs. Weber beamed, what a great idea she'd thought!
Meanwhile, Constanze was happily escorting Wolfgang out. They went to the garden, which was full of flowers blooming. But Wolfgang seemed not to notice any of the beauty; he was stuck in his own little world of music.
Constanze wined, "Wolfie! Step out of your dream! Please!"
Her husband sighed. He stroked his hair, and finally looked at Constanze. "I wished to, Constanze, but I can't." Wolfgang said quietly.
"You're the last Mozart alive in your family now! You had to at least cheer up a bit! Your sister's dead, yes, but you also had to move on! The funeral is in a few days, and you had to stand up!" Constanze pleaded Wolfgang.
"Constanze…" Wolfgang plucked a lily from the garden and placed it behind Constanze's ear. He was silent for a few minutes, but finally he said, "Fine, I'll try."
She was almost, almost overwhelmed with happiness. Constanze beamed with joy. "All is good except for Nannerl," She thought, "But now let's just focus on the bright side."
They stayed outside for the whole afternoon, visiting friends and sitting on the grass. Wolfgang finally seemed to be free from his desperate mind, he laughed and joked with Constanze like before.
When the couple went back, Mrs. Weber was surprised to see Wolfgang and Constanze were grinning from ear to ear. Even though the sadness still lingered in Wolfgang's eyes, but everything was good.
"Alright, Wolfgang and Constanze!" Mrs. Weber said loudly, "Tomorrow, we will go to Salzburg to attend Nannerl's funeral. Everything should be prepared before dinner, now, go and prepare, then!"
Constanze rushed upstairs to get her trunk as well as her husband's. Wolfgang went back to the music room, finishing the requiem in a better mood.
The family had a pleasant night and soon, they begun their journey.