<br/><strong>Tsade ~ with Ava at Mr Fitz morn day 1</strong><br/><br/>Tsade heard Lily sing for the first time. Sing. Bad word. Other people sang. Some sang well, others sang badly. Lily embodied the melody. Her voice became it in all the moods. Flowing and swelling, drifting in the current of the treble as the pianist carried the beat to her and she turned it into something powerful.<br/><br/>The room was silent after the last beat. It ended when the last note swept from the room and Lily was standing, surrounded by weaker instruments.<br/><br/>Mr. Fitz patted his brow with a white hanky then sniffed and blew his nose. The baton had found its way to the music stand after the first measure and from then on he had lovingly molded the melody in sculpturing hands to guide her along the way.<br/><br/>He pushed the hanky into his dark suite and turned to Tsade, "She needs a mezzo soprano and an alto of the same caliber.  And together we shall create a musical experience."<br/><br/>Tsade's expression unreadable. He remained seated as he spoke. His eyes focus on Mr. Fitz in the same way a lion watches a wildebeest.<br/><br/>"Are you finished with her, then?"<br/><br/>Mr. Fitz thought Tsade was the coldest bastard he'd ever come across. Business. Efficiency. It was hard to imagine anyone still sitting in a chair and not on their feet clapping and shouting bravo after the girl sang.<br/><br/>Yet, Tsade was doing just that. Mr. Fitz decided the man was completely tone deaf.  A cold tone deaf bastard who had no appreciate for the rare gem he possessed.<br/><br/>"Can you bring her round after tea, say four?"<br/><br/>Tsade stood. It was an exclamation mark to his response.<br/><br/>"Yes, Four."<br/><br/>His eyes moved from Fritz to Lily and motioned her to him. She was to come off the platform and stand in front of him. Her leash in his hand.<br/><br/>Mr. Fitz cleared his throat, "Mr. Tsade.. the mezzo and alto?"<br/><br/>"I shall look into it," Tsade said waiting for Lily.<br/><br/><br/>