I have been in love with Phantom for...oh my God, is it seriously 31 years? JFC that is so wrong. And I have been on and off with Sherlock since maybe five years before, but of course Moftiss... yeah.
So I'm getting all of the Box 5, Viscount, Joseph Buquet, not our division, John I mean Joseph Harrison, Irene the contralto... And not Geoff Hope the cabby who stole Cesar the Opera House horse. And the Underground tunnels, and the flooding, and just... This whole thing is a magnificent gift. I can *feel* your brain working and slotting things into place and thinking "I can't believe no one's done this before" and "why hasn't anyone made this connection?" and you have to be so utterly immersed in both worlds to do this level of...stuff. You are a magnificent beast.
And that's leaving aside the writing. The descriptions of music, and writing music, and melding Erik's composing skill with Sherlock's violin and *Erik's* violin, and ...but back to the writing. "Writing about music is like dancing about architecture." You clearly get that. I don't know how musical you may be--I'm prepared to go either way, on that one (yes, I didn't say "score" oops I have now)--but you clearly feel it. You can feel the shape of composing, and you have absolutely captured a way to convey the blended genius of Erik and Sherlock's composition genius, how to make it unearthly and yet almost believable and make us fucking resent that we can't actually sodding hear it.
And then there's your libretto. Just...fuck you, man. Seriously, fuck you.
I realise you're going to cap all this off by protesting no, you're not secretly a famous author who's slumming it and posting the fanfic you could never publish because it's fanfic, but I'm here to tell you that that's your own damn fault. You SHOULD be a famous author. If you aren't, it's only because you're being selfish and not trying to get published. I have had to stop reading to come and write this, because Geoff Hope the fucking cabbie. But you are a level of good that makes me ANGRY if you are not taking your talent seriously. I don't do "you go girl" and "it was good i liked it" level of feedback. I am physically incapable of empty compliments, and you've hit two of my main loves right in the brain sack, and with mad levels of skills, too.
And if you are a college writing prof and a secret famous author, then God fucking Bless You.
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Marmosette on Chapter 5 Sat 14 Jan 2017 03:06AM UTC
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