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Horatio had a beautiful singing voice. He sung and sang his way through life until one day he caught the flu. It was a terrible flu, the most sordid of viral infections.
It was a horrible time for Horatio not because it was a physically debilitating illness but because it took away his singing voice!
"Oh gods, oh fates. Why have thee cursed me as such?" Horatio would say if he could only speak instead he only lamented these words in the chambers of his mind.
The confluence of events, as you might have guessed, had a particularly bad timing for him.
The start of a new show was breaking dawn for Horatio soon. An exclusive dinner party was also around the corner. The evening, promised, to be filled with several prominent personalities and talents in his field of Opera.
Horatio lamented and lamented his bad fortune until he started seeing such realities expressed in his nighttime musings as well. His dreams at night contained visions of apocalypse, floods, plagues, burning villages.
It was everything someone as sensual as Horatio deplored. The images persisted long after his waking consciousness came online. An emotional downward spiral ensued: sleepless nights, followed by daytime negative forebodings, only to see them materialized again in the images of his mind's eye that following night.
Horatio was such a nervous wreck and uncharacteristically fowl-minded by the time of his new show's premiere. That on the day of the first performance he misremembered some of his lines during a key portion of verse and as a result completely changed the plot of the play.
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Horatio was so angered by his own shortcoming that he refused to admit it into consciousness. He blamed his singing partner, first claiming that she completely mis-sung her lines and so befuddled him!
Then he changed tracks and said he was so in-tune with his environment and so open to his creativity that any sort of substandard performance on the part of his partner would naturally throw his own person for a spin. Yes, he "mis-sung" but his partner was to blame not him. Not poor Horatio.
The more he thought about it, the more he wasn't sure of what actually happened. His mind mixed and matched potential realities until he didn't know what the truth was of said events.
Horatio that night, stormed out of the theater and on his way out he got into an argument with a slender, some what older, bald-head shaven man in a nice suit at the theater. If Horatio couldn't sing the sweet melodies that imitated the lives of the ancient gods, bringing them one step closer into this material realm. The he would have a different sort of satisfaction, he promptly let the poisonous slings of his barbed tongue fly at the man with whom he argued.
This of course proved to be Horatio's undoing because as chance would have it the man was one of the top donors for the theater as well as a minor-anonymous donor for Horatio's own trope.
Horatio was promptly let go for "unprofessionalism" as well as for violating a non-disparagement clause ridiculing the theater and its performers. However one could say, Horatio's end came much sooner than that fateful day of the mis-sung performance. Some would say it began the day he missed practice that in effect his world ended that day because it was the practice that oriented him to a sweet-smelling and pleasantly-hearing life -- and that without it, he didn't know how or when to orient himself to the divine.
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