Gianni Truvianni's "New York's Opera Society" Chapter 32
Gianni Truvianni's "New York's Opera Society" Chapter 32
As I walked around and looked about the place I thought of how being in New York's opera society was in a way like being on a boat and in our case the same one which was opera. Naturally when one is on a boat, one does not always like the people who are on the same boat but given that New York's opera society was just about as small as a boat one could not avoid those individuals one did not like or at least not for long. I knew I was going to be running in to some of those people whom I was shall we say not so fond of. I would not go as far as to say that I had something against them, just that their personalities were those that I preferred to avoid. They being the loud kind, that group of people who are constantly feeling the need to prove their importance to others or perhaps to themselves. Of course there were also those who had not been blessed with a great sense of humor but were perpetually thinking of things to say that others would find amusing. The problem with these people was that the "comic lines" practiced by them were usually predictable and based on playing with words said by others; by taking them out of context.
My walk took me to one of those people whom I had always regarded as being a man of the first kind. The kind who are important and want to make sure that everybody knows just how. The kind that always feels the need to say something about everything even if they have nothing to say. The kind that feels the need to call attention to themselves when ever entering or evacuating a room. Daniel Fox was this sort of man, who happened to be a top man in the business that was classical music. His influence and money being such that it could make almost any CD or DVD sell well. He had been one of the men who had contributed to the enormous commercial success that had been obtained by " The 3 Tenors", not only by the sell of their CDs but also by their tour of the USA that had included stopovers at some of the biggest stadiums.
Physically speaking he was a man who managed to keep fit despite not being at an age which could be considered young though I do not know exactly how old he was. His height was medium, him standing at 5 foot 6 inches and not showing any signs of being overweight in the very least. Looks wise it could be said that he was average looking with brown eyes and hair with facial features that did not make him stand out in a crowd in any way.
Despite all the success he could achieve for an artist; I was not alone in not being overly found of him; as my mother also was not but the reasons why not only I but several other people needed to be on good terms with him were clear. Fortunately, I did not have to be nice to him as he did not really expect me to but at least formal; something which really did not cost me. Formality with those who did not meet my liking came easy as I always tried to follow the teachings of my grandfather, who said that "The disdain we feel for some should not prevent us for giving them the courtesy owed to all members of society regardless of anything.".
As I approached to say hello to him, I noticed that he was wearing a black tuxedo like most of the male guest and was talking to Gosia and what appeared to be a friend of Gosia's; who struck me as being very familiar. Gosia's friend was a strawberry blonde wearing a black dress. She too wore a hat that held up her long hair that could be seen falling to the side. "Good evening Mr. Fox, young lady, Gosia, how are you enjoying our little party? I hope you three don't mind if I join your conversation at least for a while." were the words that I said as I walked in their circle to see if they were being taken care of.
Mr. Fox always being the one who showed tremendous enthusiasm when ever greeting someone he knew cried out in his usual loud voice, "Glad to see you, William, please do join our group or at least as long as that mother of yours will allow you to. I have noticed that she considers it a host's duty to spend time with all guests and none of them.". The last part of his comment did cause a smirk in me which prompted not a only a smile from him but his next comment which was "You laughing at one of my jokes, shows you there is a first time for everything, like you meeting this charming young lady. I don't mean Gosia, whom like I have said on numerous occasions will do for Chopin's music what Ricky Martin did for Latin music but to Anna, who as you may not know is also from Polska. I do believe that's what you call your country?" now turning to Gosia with a look of intimacy that insinuated they had shared more than just words or was it my imaginative self taking over. I knew that he and Gosia had been discussing the possibility of him being the executive producer on what would be her first recording. I had heard from certain sources that he liked to get physically close to his protges and my mother had told me that he was very much interested in Gosia. As he felt her beauty could help sell her piano playing much in the way Ann Sophie Mutter's had helped promote her career.
It was in a way strange for me to stand next to them knowing or suspecting that something was going on between them, that naturally neither one of them was going to tell me for obvious reasons; one of them being tact. In a way I felt like I was standing in the middle of an unsaid truth; like it was something that should be understood and therefore did not need to be discussed.
I, for some reason never got to feeling comfortable when ever meeting someone at a party I was hosting. My mother told me that a host should never get too relaxed; as it was the equivalent of neglecting one's duties, so my feeling was one of certain apprehension for more than the above given reason as I took Anna's hand and in greeting her said my name and welcomed her to my mother's party. I could tell by the way Anna laughed, stood and spoke out the words " Czec, (which I already knew to mean "hi" in Polish) thank you for invitation to party." that she had gotten to the point of liquor consumption which was what I would consider to be just right to enjoy a party.
I am not one of those men who feels that when people are laughing, they are necessarily laughing at them but it was a strange laugh that came out of Anna's and Gosia's mouths that told me that something about me had caused humor. Anna could see that I was looking at her in the hope of knowing what had caused her laughter; with the look of worry that told that I believed their laughter to have been caused by me.
"You know why we laugh? Because you no remember me. I was work in Panni Beata when you came to restaurant to give Gosia ticket for opera, "Halka." And then it struck me why she seemed so familiar to me. I knew I had seen her but I just could not place her. "Yes, you are what in Polish I believe you say "laska?" well that is the word Gosia taught me is used in Polish when talking about a nice looking lady." was my comment made in a happy way in order to make the conversation lively. Anna and Gosia laughed at what I had said, while Dan Fox did not and if anything was left wondering what that word meant; something that was clarified to him by Gosia who said " The word "laska" is a common street slang used in the Polish for an attractive woman.". Dan Fox never being one to remain silent, said in that tone of voice of his which at times tended to be louder than everyone else's "Well, now I know what to call you and Anna." this being a comment that was received with smirks by these two attractive ladies from Poland.
There were several other matters that were making me feel uneasy, apart from the one that I mentioned before. One was that I could not get over the feeling that Mr. Fox would say something about his relationship with Gosia; which I was pretty much sure was a sexual one that might embarrass Gosia; more than myself. There was also the fact that I felt a certain strong attraction to this new Polish lady. Anna, whom I wished to get to know better without letting on to Gosia; who was present what my intensions were. On the one hand, I wanted to meet her on another occasion but how to find it without Gosia catching on. I tried to look at her and at the same time hide not only what my eyes were inspecting but the impact she had made on me from both Gosia and Mr. Fox. Mr. Fox for the reason that he might actually say something that I would be forced to deny. I don't know why but I always found it disturbing when people knew what my feelings were before I had a chance to express them.
Anna had traits, perhaps brought on by drink that compounded with her looks made her a magnet for my stare. I tried to use my tone of voice and look which was that one my mother used when speaking to her guests; trying to look like a butler who shows no emotions in carrying out his duties when I said with my gaze fixed on Anna " Czec, I trust that you are enjoying the party, would you care for a drink? When I say you I mean all three of you.". I needless to say minded the fact that Anna was not alone, which made me pan my head to Mr. Fox and Gosia; who were standing next to Anna. "No, I have enough drink for tonight." Anna replied with a slight slur in her words. Gosia and Mr. Fox decided that they too had had their fill of drinks or at least for the time being.
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