The Emperors of Europe

Now Mozart played with all his might and wonder Europe at the age of 15. He played the church organ so well that enchanted Europe. And his parents were given access to the important people of Europe who loved gazing at the young fellow and dancing to his waltz. Mozart grew even better and had friends who were composers. They would come together just to make music and play intuitively. People could hear the music filling the streets near the theater. They would sturn and shocked at the percussions and deep mind boggling melodies. These band of friends would play constantly and throughout the day and night to get better and better. The officials asked them to play gently at night than the day so people could sleep through and not be disturb. And as they played children would make up rhymes to their music and women would try to laugh to see if they could catch the attention of one of the friends to lure for a romance. Yes the friends played and that was their job. It was their duty to their country. It was their ambition. It was their passion. It was their motivation. Then suddenly war broke out overseas. And the nation was trouble before the friends would travel freely playing the music of their heart. Playing till the morning and evening fell at their will. They would play with all their might and the audience would gaze every step of the way in wander, in excitement and in ethusiam. These were the greats, these were the magnificent, these were the immorals. They were the emperors, where kings would give great ransom to hear. Where kings' daughters were just maidens of beauty and delight upon which they could pleasure their minds. Where kings' servants were their servants and kings' treasure were nothing to the vast entertaining of their shows and feats. These were the true emperors of Europe. Money was what they represent. Money was what they always had. Money had no price on talent and smarts. These friends were close, these friends were tight, these friends were the talk of Europe. Now the war gloom the wealth, taxes were raised so they had to raised their prices. They bet on the war to regain their lost. They would play every soldier's tune, they would do concerts simply for dancing and delighting the crowd. They would play as much as they can to spread word about their company. And it did not matter about a gain or lost from the war because now they have become more than emperors of music, more than emperors of Europe for now they have become heroes. Their fame shot to the moon and there were talks of division. The company has lasted so long the members were into their mid 30's but the brotherhood must go on. They must find a way to keep it together. They must find a way to make the spark that united the countries, united poor and rich, united young and old, united have and have not. Mozart was the one that broke away and he gave each member their wealth but he declared his family needed more. And so the brotherhood tried to stay together but others began to fall away. And say that it is not like it used to be. Eventually new talent did not pour in as thought, the company started to lose funding, its stars, its kings, its emperors, its heroes all left to be famous and compose their own main attraction. As years passed, many members became unknown wallowing in debt and dying, Mozart was the first of them. The last of the brotherhood, the last of the company told Mozart's wife who bear him children of their company that she never knew much. They slowly helped her put it back together and she reprinted Mozart's music and now it is left to history. Their moment of greatness has been engraved and now their time has passed. The time of the emperors of music, the emperors of Europe must now rest.