[What up, Somarium? Usually when Austria bothers to make his own broadcasts over the Dreamberry, he's either nagging or complaining, talking about music, or something else along those lines. Not today, though. Those that know him well enough would be able to see that he looks a bit upset by something. He hides it well enough, but it's obviously there. Also he is sitting by his piano, because this is what Austria does when he's bothered by something. (or at most times when he's ~*~overcome with emotion~*~ but that's beside the point)]
For those not aware, it seems Antonio Salieri is no longer present in Somarium. I admit I'm not certain how many students he had here, if any, but if those of you wish to continue your lessons, I would be glad to instruct you. I'm hardly the composer Salieri was, but I do fancy myself a rather skilled musician.
[he pauses for a moment after that, a brief moment of worry flashing across his face before his usual somewhat aloof expression returns.]
And... Hungary is no longer here, either. [He turns away from the Dreamberry, and the first few measures of this can be heard before the feed switches off.]
For those not aware, it seems Antonio Salieri is no longer present in Somarium. I admit I'm not certain how many students he had here, if any, but if those of you wish to continue your lessons, I would be glad to instruct you. I'm hardly the composer Salieri was, but I do fancy myself a rather skilled musician.
[he pauses for a moment after that, a brief moment of worry flashing across his face before his usual somewhat aloof expression returns.]
And... Hungary is no longer here, either. [He turns away from the Dreamberry, and the first few measures of this can be heard before the feed switches off.]