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angelnthsnow · 9 months ago

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The Party & The After Party

pairing: toto wolff x f!driver!reader

summary: after winning your first formula one race in your first year in the category, you don't think the day can get any better. fortunately, your boss has other plans for the night.

word count: 3.9k

warnings: age gap? it's never mentioned but it's there obvi, boss x employee, use of y/n, cursing.

author's note: i must say my friends have gotten me into formula one, but it's kinda hard paying attention to the cars when this man exists. i wrote this nonstop in the middle of the night, it's shorter than usual but i couldn't get the idea out of my head, so enjoy! i promise i'll post smth nfl related soon lol k bye!!

In your first year as the first female F1 driver, you had done the impossible. Standing on the 1st place of the Monaco Grand Prix podium, adrenaline pumping through your veins, you looked down at everyone who had ever doubted you. Years of resisting attacks, sexist remarks and the constant need to prove yourself, you felt like you could finally breathe. By your side, stood two of the greatest drivers the sport had ever seen, Lewis Hamilton, your teammate, in P2, and Max Verstappen, in P3.

Your eyes wandered through the vast crowd that chanted your name from below, searching for the man who had made it all possible, your boss, Torger Wolff, the first person who took you seriously. Being a woman with hopes of getting into Formula One was exhaustingly hard, but everything started to change when you won the F3 Championship, a few years ago.

Paul, your teammate at the time, had told you that a certain team principal would come to the race that day, and although you kept telling yourself to not get your hopes up, every single attempt to do so went downhill when you saw the Mercedes team principal walking through the paddock like he owned the place.

To you, Mercedes was everything. Besides being one of the most modern teams, you also realized soon enough that Toto was probably the most open-minded out of all the other TPs on the grid. It was sad, of course, having such a little percentage of people who would be happy to see a woman in a position that was so dominated by men, but still, it lit up a flame in your chest, a string of hope you clung onto whenever you felt like giving up your dream.

That day, with him on the bleachers as you drove fearlessly around Spa-Francorchamps, you won the F3 championship, putting you on a watchlist of drivers that could get into F2.

Ever since that day, the austrian had kept an eye on you.

He saw how fiercely you fought to have a place, to have a voice and to be heard in a space ever so dominated by the opposite sex, and it didn't scare him, not one bit, he admired it. When you stood on that podium earlier, he didn't even bother hiding a smile, taking pictures and videos and chanting your name with the rest of the team as Lewis and Max sprayed the ridiculously expensive champagne on your back as you laughed.

That's why today, hours after winning your first ever F1 race on your first year in the category, he still couldn't get off the high he was on. He had finally gotten the confirmation he so desperately needed, not because he didn't believe you could do it, but because he was eager to prove everyone else wrong, to rip the smugness out of every single man who told you you didn't belong there.

At least that's what he had told you earlier through the radio before the lights went out, prove them wrong. He just didn't know you fought to reprimand a sob as you tried to concentrate in the lights that stood just above the Albert 1st Boulevard.

Now, Toto's eyes scanned every single corner of Jimmy'z searching for you, only to find you on the dance floor, pornstar martini in hand as you swayed to the beats of Empire of The Sun's We Are The People.

You had a smile on your face that could lit up a whole room, and he couldn't be prouder. Soon enough, your eyes met his and you chuckled, making a peace sign to point at your eyes and then at his as the line got lost in your eyes blasted through the club's speakers.

Even at distance, you could see him rolling his eyes and chuckling at your playful gesture, but still, he came closer, until the only thing in his field of vision was the visibly drunk version of you.

"You look happy." he leans down and forward to yell in your ear, making himself heard even if though the loud music made it hard to.

You squirm at the proximity, but brush it off by taking another sip of your drink. "I'm on top of the world, Toto. I don't think I've ever been happier." You yell back and he resists the urge to fight back a smile, presenting you with his pearly whites.

As one of the neon lights hit your face, he's forced to take in all of you. The version of you you'd put up whenever he'd tell you he had an important meeting he needed you to attend, or whenever you were needed to put up a show, like today.

You wore a black strapless dress, the one you'd seen a few weeks prior to the Grand Prix at Elie Saab's display window while you were on your daily night walk through Monaco. It was mesmerizing, with a shimmery type of fabric that would definitely make sparks fly if a bright light shined over it. You had thought of buying it, for days, really, but decided against it because party dresses were never a much needed piece of clothing in your wardrobe. Well, that until you told Lewis about the dress, and when you arrived at your apartment a few hours after the race, there it was, on a hanger hanging on the curtain rods.

As much as your looks prevented Toto from thinking about anything else, he couldn't help but notice how huge your pupils were, so big that it felt like your iris' were long gone. That and the fact that your sclera had shifted from white to a more reddish color.

He shifted on his feet, unaware of how to proceed. Were you.. high? Was that even a thing between sportspersons? Deciding on it being a matter that shouldn't be handled in front of the city's most congested place as of today, he mutters a "come with me" in your ear, putting a hand on your lower back as he guided you away from the crowd.

When he finally stops, you find yourself in a more private, smaller room with a few sofas and armchairs. He then proceeds to ask you "You've taken something. What is it?"

You laugh at his sudden concern. The answer was clearly a big red yes written in all caps, but part of you couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed at yourself. You had done it, yes, but now you felt sort of guilty, because the last thing you wanted was to damage his or the team's image. You shake your head, trying to to keep those thoughts away. It was just a party, a party for you, with only selected people being allowed in, it wasn't like you'd wake up to your name on the news.

"Come ooon.. don't be such a party pooper!" You slurred.

Toto was shocked by your reaction, part of him wanted you to celebrate as you wished, after all, you had just fulfilled a dream, but the other part, the responsible boss part craved an explanation, he didn't want you to cause any harm to your already fragile media image.

"Are you serious? You're the star of the entire team today! We have thrown a party just for you and you're getting off on drugs?" He says, lowering his voice on the last word as he crosses his arm.

"It's just a blunt, Toto. I swear I'm fine." Your laugh echoes throughout the small room as you grab his big arms, uncrossing them. "Don't get so serious on me." You look up at him through your lashes.

Toto gives you a stern look before a smirk creeps up on his face. The anger and seriousness fades away in an instant as he realizes the situation wasn't that serious. He sighs and looks at you with a sly, yet curious look. "How many? One, right?"

"Just one, sir." You say mischievously, holding your pinky finger up before kissing it to symbolize a promise.

Toto is taken aback as you kiss your pinky finger in a sarcastic manner, although he doesn't say anything. He looks at you with the same sly look as before. "I see... and have you done this before?"

"Who hasn't, duh?" You furrow your brows, flashing him a backward smile.

'He hasn't, of course. That's Torger Wolff we're talking about' you think to yourself as you look up at him. The soreness of your muscles and the pain of being on your feet for so long getting to you.

Sometimes it was kind of annoying having a conversation with your boss due to the fact that you had to look up the entire time, and countless were the times you found yourself with neck pain after hours of chatting. This conversation would surely be added to that imaginary countless list of yours, because even today, with high heels that could make you look six feet tall, he still looked way too big.

Toto chuckles before getting a playful look on his face. "Oh, really? I highly doubt the star of my F1 team has ever smoked a blunt before, although you do seem very knowledgeable about this." He moves closer to you, looking down at you as he speaks, his voice low and husky. You wondered if his neck ever went through the same problem yours did when you two talked, causing you to chuckle.

"I do?" You lift one eyebrow, narrowing your eyes. "Well, I must say.. the star of your precious F1 Team has done a lot, Mr. Wolff." It comes off more flirtatious than you intended, but you pay no mind to it. You try to take a step back, but end up slipping on the hem of your gown, the high getting to you later than ever.

Toto immediately rushes to you and catches you mid-air, wrapping his arms around your torso.

"Is that so?" Toto says, his voice now raspy and face close to yours.

You exhale deeply, relief from not having made an absolute mess out of yourself filling your body. If you had fallen, your dress would probably be completely torn apart and headlines would have a field trip with it.

He is still holding you, his hands burning on your back.

"Yeah.." You close your eyes, getting away from Toto's embrace as you regain balance and straighten yourself.

Toto steps back as you do so, although he does want to reach out to hold you again. Instead, he settles for engaging on more double entendre conversations with you.

His eyes are full of admiration, your body is more visible in this dress than it has ever been, and he makes a mental note to thank Lewis for the gift. He recalls the moment you two shared a few minutes ago, the way you swayed and jumped with the music like you were the only person in that dance floor would never fail to amaze him.

"You truly do look like a notorious celebrity in this dress, don't you?" He finally says, a hint of shyness in his tone, although the look in his face is stern.

"You could thank your other driver for that." You joke, trying to hide the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach.

"I certainly will." he smiles, his gaze softening as his eyes meet yours. They're still red, but it starts to grow on him.

Looking at you like this, completely wasted, happy and carefree, he couldn't help but remember the afternoon you two had met, when he started to be so sure you'd be by his and Lewis' side on a race weekend one day.

Now, there you were, in front of him, with a trophy standing somewhere back in your apartment. "I'm so proud of you." he finally says, not because he thinks you should hear it, but because it's all he wants to say to you after today's events.

You look away from him shyly. You had heard it before, specially from him, but every single time felt like fireworks in your belly. Him being proud of you was capable of putting you on a whole another level, it was just another signal that you had made it, that you had proved you were capable, even to those who were always so sure you definitely were.

You try to hide a smile as you mutter a simple thank you, because in this state, visibly high and drunk, staring at the man who had made it all possible, it's all you manage to say.

He smiles back at you, and your mind almost short circuits when he steps closer, not stopping even when you can feel his breath close to your face. That's when you realize he's about to hug you, and you just let him.

It's genuine, simple yet abnormally meaningful. His big hands rest crossed on your lower back as he pulls you closer, making your cheeks rest on his suit covered chest. You almost feel like crying, because how could you not? You had it all now, a place in the sport you so desperately craved to have since you were a kid, a win, an amazing teammate and an even more amazing boss, who believed in you through your entire career.

"You've done it." He says quietly as if you're a wild animal that would run away at any abrupt movement or sound. "I can't even imagine how you feel."

On cloud nine, that was the most appropriate answer.

"It's like nothing I've ever felt." you say, arms hugging his chest. "Thank you for always believing in me, you have no idea how much you've done for me." you sniff, clearly on the verge of tears.

"It's nothing compared to what you deserve. You're one of the greats, Y/N. The whole world's gonna know you name." he says, causing the tears you so eagerly fought to keep off to fall rapidly on your cheeks. You sniff, opening your eyes to see that a small wet circle had formed on Toto's shirt.

"Shit, sorry." You laugh awkwardly as you take a step back, desperately trying to dry your tears with your fingers before they ruined your makeup too.

"Hey, it's fine." He steps closer again, bringing his thumb to your face as he continues your job of drying the tears you had shed. Once he's done, his hands linger there for a bit longer than they needed to, stroking your cheeks. You thank the Gods for whatever the hell he was on today. "You do look pretty when you cry, though I must say I prefer the way you look on top of a podium, with champagne drenched hair and a first place trophy in hand."

You roll your eyes, as if it was possible to fall even more in love with him. It had become stupid at this point, really. Clearly the two of you had something special, to say the least, going on, but none of you were courageous enough to come clean about this.

"You aren't a bad view from up there as well." You shoot back, earning a smile in return.

The shameless and obvious flirtation to whoever watched from outside continued for a few minutes, until Toto insisted that you should go back to your party, and although at this point you had decided to give up the celebrations to look at him for the rest of night, there he was, once again with his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd back to where he initially had seen you. Doesn't take long for you to get lost in the music, dancing like there was no tomorrow. Toto had excused himself to greet other team members and sponsors, fulfilling the ultimate boss role even at parties, and stealing glances from you every now and then while talking to someone.

A few drinks later, the club was getting more empty by the minute, the clock almost hitting 4:30 a.m. Your makeup was already lightly smudged, your black Louboutins long gone in the corner you once laughed with your friends. As you thanked the remaining people for coming, Toto showed up again, startling you as he came from behind, putting his right hand in your shoulder.

"Seems like the party has reached an end." he says, making you look up at him. His face was fairly red, and by the way he slurred his words, you could tell he was somewhat drunk. His hair was messier than earlier and the tie that was once a fancy bow was now untied, resting around his neck, a nice combination to his slightly unbuttoned shirt.

"Unfortunately. I hope you had fun, though." you reply, turning your attention to shake some of your guests' hands.

"It's always fun with you around." He says as he smiles to the same people shaking your hands.

You crookedly smile, turning around to walk to your table. As you do so, he follows.

"Do you need a ride? I saw you coming in with Bradley, but he already left," He watches you as you walk through the empty club, employees cleaning the floor of what was once the party of a lifetime. "guess parties aren't really his thing." He chuckles.

"I don't wanna make you take me home now, it's late and you're probably very tired."

"Oh, please, it's Monaco. Not like I'm going to be driving for hours." He replies, earning you a laugh. You and Toto lived pretty close to each other, but you'd drive past his building before getting to yours, so you truly didn't want him to make a huge detour just because of you.

"Fine," you smile, grabbing your sparkly clutch. "just please tell me you came with your 300sl roadster." You say and he chortles, rolling his eyes.

The Mercedes 300SL Roadster owned by Toto was probably one of your favorite cars in his collection. Hell, in anyone's collection. It's such an incredibly classy vehicle you couldn't resist its charm.

"I did." He says, and you let out a slightly loud yes! as he grabs your scarpins, laughing at your reaction. The way the smallest things were capable of making you happy always made him smile. Even after closing a multi-millionaire deal with your team, some things would never fail to make you excited, such as being driven home in a car you've always wanted.

The both of you start to walk towards Jimmy'z's exit in a different sort of haze, like the two of you were in your own little world together, laughing and exchanging inside jokes. The dry warm Monaco summer air hits you as soon as you step out, and soon the vallet comes driving Toto's car, opening the door for you to get in.

As the both of you get in, he starts driving, the sound of the car's engine echoing throughout Princesse Grace Avenue. Duke Dumont's Ocean Drive in the radio as your hair flies due to the speed in which Toto's driving. Now and then, he casually glances at you, smiling at the way you still manage to dance even when sitting on the passenger's seat.

Despite being a race weekend, the city seemed awfully quiet and empty at this time. Soon enough, he takes a turn and you're finally in Larvotto, which meant in a few seconds he'd be pulling up at your home. However, before he had the chance to, you saw the sun rising in distance, its warm light gleaming in the sea water.

"Toto, look!" you point to the horizon, and he slows the car down to follow your gaze. "It's so beautiful.."

"Indeed it is.." he says, and you can tell by his tone he's got a change of plans coming. When you realize, he's parking the car in the shore, exiting the vehicle to open the door for you. "Come on, let me give you a real after party."

You smile, because there was no way the day could get any better. You were sure you'd wake up later convincing yourself this had been a dream. Taking your hand, he pulls you out of the car, and after you close the door, he runs towards the sea, fingers intertwined with yours.

In this moment, you force yourself to forget about all of the implications and concerns that could come at you. In this moment, it was just you and Toto, not a Mercedes driver and the Mercedes' Team Principal. To anyone else who'd catch a glimpse of the scene, the both of you looked like stupid, reckless teenagers in love.

Sitting on the sand, you try to catch your breath, stomach hurting due to you not being able to stop laughing. You lay your head on his broad shoulders, hands holding his arm.

Suddenly, he feels the need to confess, "I'm always so happy when I'm around you" with the german accent getting heavier as it always did when he was drunk.

You smile, "Me too."

A beat, and then, "You're the most amazing woman I've ever known."

It comes lower than he intends to, but he's also never felt so nervous around someone as he does now. You thank the heavens for the fact that he's not looking at you, you look like a kid stupidly in love.

"You don't need to say that," you sigh. "you've already told me you're proud of me for today."

"I know. I'm not saying it because I feel the need for it to be said, but because I truly think that." he replies. "Ever since that day in Spa, you've proven to be an extremely fierce, fearless, wonderful driver and an even more amazing woman." You roll your eyes at his compliments. "I mean it, Y/N." He grabs your attention just by saying your name, making it all even more real. "Mercedes is extremely lucky to have you, and so am I." he looks at you, his face closer than ever as yours rest on his shoulder.

"You have me?" You say, looking at him through your lashes.

"I like to think I do. Do I?"

"Utterly." You giggle, your eyes glowing just by looking at him.

His hands go to cup your face, and the last thing you'd expect from him happens. At first, his lips brush over yours lightly, as if he's asking for permission, testing the waters to see if he's allowed to go further. When you don't protest, he deepens the kiss, sweeping you off your feet.

The both of you laugh, and you hide your now completely red face in his chest. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this." you say, feeling his body hairs stand on end.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do this." he says, and you shed a tear on his partially shirt covered chest. "Are you crying?" He asks, and when he hears you sniff, he takes it as a yes. "Hey, don't cry. Look." he lifts your chin up, making you stare at the scene unfolding in front of your eyes.

The sunrise looked like a piece of art, with pinkish and yellow tones coloring the sky. Toto puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You could now add having him at your list as well.

#toto wolff #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff x you #toto wolff x y/n #formula one #formula 1 #f1 #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #fanfic #alternative universe

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antonio-m · 9 months ago

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"The Lion Fighter", c.1847, by Carl Conrad Albert Wolff (1814–1892). German sculptor and medalist. Altes Museum, Berlin. bronze

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chussyracing · 3 months ago

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what's been happening in the world of motorsports lately?

a long overdue summary which is not including absolutely everything but at least some important stuff. there is a lot, so i'm putting it under the read more button :)

Jack Doohan confirmed to partner Gasly in Alpine for 2025

Ferrari will be bringing upgrades for Monza (and Fernando had something to say about their performance over the next two races……)

after the court decided that Haas owes Uralkali they were told to send unspecified amount of money as unpaid sponsorship bid to them but their trucks were literally held hostage in Zandvoort (after Uralkali got help from Dutch court), not allowed to leave with the rest of the teams until the transaction was finalized and the money ended up in Uralkali’s account, but that is sorted for now so they don’t expect to miss out on Monza

Liberty Media are selling a share in F1 to have enough funds to get Moto GP

if you weren’t already tired of it, there is another rumour of Logan losing his seat mid-season, this time either to Mick or Liam Lawson that James Vowles apparently spoke to after Logan crashed in FP3 and ultimately broke the upgrades he was fitted with for the weekend (Wolff confirmed that Kimi won’t be going to Williams for the rest of the season but didn’t rule out Mick as he “offered” him to James… he might get sold to 1d you guys), there is also possibility for Franco Colapinto to actually choose from their own junior academy

Helmut Marko said that Liam Lawson will have a seat in one of their teams in 2025, Horner said he might be on loan to another team at the same time (choose your fighter)

Lewis’ current race engineer Bono (Bonnington) will stay in Mercedes and even gets a promotion as Head of Race Engineering after Lewis’ departure, while Lewis will inherit Ricky (Adami) from Carlos in Ferrari

also Checo’s race engineer is leaving for paternity leave, so they prepared a switch up to make his current performance engineer Richard Wood (sorry but you mean to tell me there is a guy and his name is Dick Wood????? in a world where Prince Albert is real well? ok) temporarily his race engineer

Toto had a lil Freudian slip and said that they had a small chance to get Max which has now passed but they are happy about their Goerge-Kimi line up for 2025

Kimi will also have junior outing in fp1 in Lewis’ car in Monza

there are rumours about a potential F1 race in Rwanda as Domenicali had more meetings to ensure that over the summer break, it should be a permanent track and not a street circuit, so I take this as a big win (now if only we took existing track and upgraded them instead of making new ones)

Lando’s gap between p1 and p2 was the biggest winning margin all season not as big as his ego though, knowing he said “simply lovely” after crossing the checkered flag as a dig at Max lol (Sauber drivers were lapped twice I think, as much for the cars being close in performance we thoughts we could see this year)

Alex was disqualified from quali in Zandvoort because his floor was outside of compliance of the rules, so he had to start from the pitlane although he got to p8 on merit

Liberty Media are officially under investigation for rejecting Andretti’s bid to become 11th team by the US Department of Justice’s antitrust division

Charles is on the new edition of Beyond the Grid podcast which is now also available in video form (all I saw about it so far is that he wants to win with Ferrari only and he believes they can do it, he name dropped Elon Musk ew and he said Leo pees everywhere)

Zak Brown refused McLaren would be signing Adrian Newey

Nina Gademan was the wildcard for Zandvoort’s F1 Academy race and she SLAYED

Isotta Fraschini ends in WEC before the season is done so you won’t see the only private team on the grid for the last three races

despite (or maybe because) being Ferrari reserve driver, Robert Schwartzman got a chance to have a junior outing in fp1 for Stake in Zandvoort

FIA officially banned asymmetrical brakes in fear it could bring advantage (in turns) – it can be either a reaction to someone’s grey area shady business this year or reaction to teams questioning the new technical rules for 2026 onwards

Oscar got his rib broken because of wrong seat/seating position and it happened around Austria/Silverstone, but he is fully healed by now

Audi is looking at Mick and Liam Lawson as some potential candidates for the seat (but also Valtteri and now apparently Robert Schwartzman and Guanyu too – Valtteri because he posted an Audi car with number 77 on it, Robert because of his junior outing in fp1 and Guanyu because of possible sponsorship deals)

Helmut Marko yapped about Seb Vettel and that it is no secret besides Red Bull he was asking one or two other teams if they have a free seat for him

there was also the one Kyle guy from??? Nascar I think? thinking he is overall better driver than Max Verstappen which is honestly just a bit funny

gentle reminder that the drivers now have to be way more careful on the radio about swearing and talking about stewards and race control, because FIA will now be penalizing such behaviour as misconduct (Ben Sulayem also linked it all to online abuse which is a campaign he focused on with his presidency)

Mattia Binotto will have “full responsibility” in Audi because they are apparently happy about how much experience he has, especially in the technical department

Peter Bayer said that if it goes like that Yuki will be considered for 2025 Red Bull seat

Peter Windsor said that one driver is doing rally testing in secret and doing good results among uncertain F1 future and that he won’t tell who it is but it’s not Max (and then Val was asked about it because he could be the one with uncertain future and he denied it)

Ferrari will be switching to pull-rod front suspension for 2025

Oscar started his own app similarly to Logan

Porsche said after they failed to partner with Red Bull, they closed the F1 chapter and don’t wanna pursue another entry into the series

David Malukas is no longer jobless, he signed multiyear contract with AJ Foyt in Indycar

Zane Maloney tested with IndyCar in Indianapolis

BBS won’t be supplying wheel rims after 2026 to everyone so it will be one of the parts teams can get from any supplier they wish

Domenicali wants more changes to the weekend structure in the future – probably more sprints and less FPs or none at all (or points for them), maybe even reverse grid

(not sure if I already wrote this down in previous round up but) Nyck de Vries will go to Super Formula starting round 5

Fionn McLaughlin and Scott Linblom joined Red Bull junior academy

the complaint against Horner has been dismissed (are you kidding me)

Marta Garcia debuted in GT racing in Ligier European Series JS2 R and lost podium from the first race due to penalty only to win the second race

Zak Brown is apparently trying to take away team’s veto/voting rights for the new Concorde Agreement that is being finalized for future decisions

Adidas is apparently in talks with Audi to become their clothing partner

Juri Vips was meant to drive an indycar race but I didn’t put enough effort into this to find out if he really did teehee :)

(Bonus from my fave gossipers: They are set on Newey going to Ferrari, the talks about Aston bring up his value though, something his manager Eddie Jordan is well aware of. Also there are talks about the Ferrari upgrades for Monza and that they will be black – deleted everything else because they already posted the black merch and suits so they were right about this lol)

#e #f1 #gossip night

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totowlff · 10 months ago

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extra — you asked for this

➝ who the hell is in your bed, cassandra?

➝ word count: 3,3k

➝ warnings: cursing, mentions to hitler, homophobia, allusions to domestic violence, cheating, emotional abuse, stalking and comparisons between horses and people

➝ author’s note: my boss is being a real bitch today, so keep this adorable extra in tribute to her

Looking at the picture frame on the table, Albert Aldersey pressed his lips into a thin line. In the image, he was holding a newborn Helena, with a restrained expression, without showing any emotion. Beside him were his two eldest children; on the left, Jason looked at the camera seriously, while on the right, Cassandra was smiling widely, clearly excited about the new addition to the family.

“You never get tired of being a thorn in my side, do you?”, he thought to himself, looking away from the documents that Henry had left at Stansted House, at his request. And given the amount of paper inside, the man had worked hard over the past few weeks looking for information.

Upon opening the folder, Albert came across a large photo of a man. He had a smile on his face, his gaze directed somewhere to the left of the camera. Dark hair, brown eyes, white shirt with the first two buttons open. The logos embroidered on his shirt were all too familiar.

— Torger Wolff — he murmured, reading what was written just below the image, along with the photo credits. Nothing like the name Andromeda had told him when she spoke about her meeting with Cassandra at their youngest daughter's house.

He had realized something was unusual with his wife as soon as he heard her come into the foyer. He heard her telling John, the household’s head butler, that the things she had bought on Savile Row were in the boot of the car and should be taken to Albert's closet. He could hear Andromeda running quickly up the stairs, the sound of her heeled shoes echoing through the corridor.

— Andromeda — he shouted from the drawing room. The clicking of shoes stopped momentarily, as if the woman had hesitated for a few seconds before changing direction and heading towards him. As soon as she appeared at the door, Albert looked up from the newspaper and saw that there was, in fact, something wrong with her.

— Yes, Albert — she said in a low voice.

— Is everything okay? — Albert asked her, lowering the edition of the Daily Mail onto his lap.

— Yes — Andromeda replied, her voice tense. The navy blue dress she was wearing had a dark stain.

— Did you have any problems getting my suit?

— No, it was ready. John is taking it to your closet.

An uncomfortable silence stretched between them.

— What is that stain on your dress?

Looking down, Andromeda pursed her lips.

— I spilled tea on it.

— Where did you go for tea?

— I went to Pimlico to visit Helena. Jack is in Switzerland, she is alone with Tommy and I thought it would be nice to stop by, see how they were doing — she snorted, putting her hand to her forehead — But Cassandra was there...

Albert felt his muscles tense and his nostrils flare when he heard that name. “Damn it”, he thought, dropping the newspaper on the armchair and jumping to his feet.

It was a name he hadn’t heard in a while, and sooner hoped to forget; the greatest mistake he ever made, if he had any hand in her making, which was still an uncertainty to this day.

— And what did that bint say this time?

— Albert — his wife said, a reproachful edge to her voice.

— What, Andromeda?

— Please…

Albert couldn’t help himself. Any time his daughter was brought up in private company, he couldn’t help but talk about how she’d wronged him.

His daughter — if she was his, mind you — had always had a rebellious streak, thinking that she was too good to be just a wife and mother and had to make her own way in the world. She was an ungrateful aberration that spat in the face of the traditions and ideals that the family had held for centuries.

Albert had sent her to Cambridge to get a classical education and to meet an appropriate suitor, but instead, she decided to change her course without telling him or Andromeda, and ended up doing marketing, or some hogwash, for a motorsport team in Northampton. Even worse, the team she worked for was owned by the Germans! His grandfather, who was a Royal Navy officer in both World Wars, was likely turning in his grave, knowing his great-granddaughter was working for the company that made Hitler’s limousine. It would have been less awful if she’d worked for McLaren in Woking, at least they had a respectable English heritage.

— You know she is, there's no point in denying it. You try and bring a daughter up right by sending her to good schools, send her to university to get an education, try set her up with someone respectable, but she dates men without a pound to their name and takes some ridiculous job — he shouted — If she thinks we're going to take her back just because she finally realized that we were right all along…

— She found someone, Albert — Andromeda said, suddenly.

He couldn't hold back a laugh.

— Are you telling me that she found someone capable of putting up with her? — Albert said, mockingly — Because you'd have to be crazy to stand being around her for more than five minutes...

— It's worse than that — his wife murmured, running a hand over her face.

— And what could be worse than that?

— She's pregnant — Andromeda shouted, suddenly.

He felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. After hearing so many times from Cassandra herself that she wouldn't marry or have children because she wouldn’t give her parents the satisfaction, the news seemed unbelievable and infuriating in equal measure. Albert shot his wife a skeptical look.

— Are you telling me that Cassandra found a man witless enough to not only be around her for more than five minutes, but crazy enough to breed her?

— Albert, she's not one of your mares — Andromeda murmured.

— Even if she were, she’d have gone to auction straight away — he said — Too willful. Plus, my mares have a good lineage, good blood running through their veins, unlike that tart. And you know who's to blame, don't you?

That was the other effect hearing the name of his estranged daughter had on him — it reminded him of Andromeda’s possible indiscretion with one of his trainers some thirty-five years ago. His name was Seamus Doyle. Normally, Albert made a habit of not trusting the Irish, but his father had hired him when he was in charge of the stables. Albert kept him around after he took over because the man was as talented with horses as Albert had ever seen, like he practically spoke their language. However, when Cassandra started growing hair the same shade of red as Seamus’, he became suspicious. Nobody in his family or his wife’s family, to his knowledge, had had red hair, so it had to come from somewhere.

Andromeda denied it to this day, but Albert knew better.

Nevertheless, he knew people would talk if he treated Cassandra like the bastard he knew she was; it would reflect poorly on him and his wife both if word of Andromeda’s missteps came to light, so he had no choice but to raise Cassandra as if she was his own, but that didn’t mean he had to treat her like she was his daughter behind closed doors.

His strategy most of the time when she was growing up, was to simply ignore her, and it wasn’t surprising to him when their disdain for each other became mutual. It was easy enough to simply send her to boarding school and forget about her most of the time. He was too busy with the stables anyway, so he let Andromeda and the household staff handle things related to the children and simply signed the checks for the school bills.

Andromeda's eyes glistened with tears. “She knows what she did. It must be the guilt eating her up inside”, he thought, turning to the armchair and taking the newspaper he was reading in his hand. Albert was already near the door when he heard his wife call his name.

— What? — he grunted, without looking back.

— She said the baby's father is named Christian. He works in finance — Andromeda murmured.

A small smile appeared on his face. “That’s all I need”, Albert thought.

The next day, he contacted Henry, a private detective he had on retainer for certain occasions. He liked to be sure about certain things, like business dealings and the people interested in his children. He’d used Henry’s services when Jason told him that he intended to marry Rose, the girl he’d met at Cambridge and had been courting for a while, something he agreed on after an extensive investigation into the girl's background and family. They held no peerages or titles that he could find, but their family had long been in the jewellery business. They even made the medals and badges by the armed forces, and used in official investitures, which is why Albert gave his blessing to the union, despite Rose giving him nothing but three granddaughters and an enormous amount of headache.

Helena's boyfriend received the same sort of investigation, but, fortunately, the youngest had made a sensible choice. Jack was a relative of the Marquess of Normanby, and his parents had important ties with the royal family; the fact that he was, according to Henry’s dossier, the godson of the Duke of York, made him a perfect choice.

Cassandra, on the other hand, was the real problem. This was something he realized when she told him, in front of the then-Lord Glamis, during a dinner planned by Albert to introduce him to Cassandra in hopes of making a suitable match, insisting that she was not a broodmare to be auctioned off. Later, in his office, she defiantly repeated herself, telling him that she would never give him the satisfaction of her getting married or having children, which earned her a slap that left her face redder than her hair. Incensed, Albert told her that she made it incredibly difficult to put up with her, let alone love her, and she would end up an old spinster like her aunt.

However, that episode did not discourage her antics. After that, Albert had the impression that her determination to challenge his authority became even greater. The men she started to have relationships with were absolutely inadequate.

All the same, it made the man in the photo he was holding even more intriguing.

From what Henry had gathered, Christian was the man’s middle name. He’d included several photos of him; accompanying her to doctor’s appointments, and standing in the doorway of the dreary matchbox-sized townhome she’d lived in — that Andromeda had insisted on buying for her, for some reason, like she couldn’t afford to rent her own place.

His real name was Torger and he was born in Vienna, the son of an anesthetist and an art transport specialist, who died from cancer in the 1980’s. From what this “Torger” had said in interviews that were included in the dossier Henry prepared, he made his fortune in investing, especially in technology companies.

His involvement with motorsport came later, when he bought shares in the Mercedes-Benz Formula 1 team, becoming the team's CEO, which made him Cassandra’s boss. He didn’t want to even think about how his daughter managed to end up pregnant by her boss.

However, Cassandra’s choice still seemed strange to Albert, as this “Torger” did not have the profile of the man his daughter has had relationships with before. To his knowledge, she usually went for the brainy, academic sort. The one serious boyfriend he knew of — Callum, from what Helena had told him — was someone that she’d met at Cambridge, and had reconnected with when he was working on his doctorate at Oxford. He had no ambitions beyond his research, apparently, not even wanting to teach full-time. Typical.

Albert didn’t think there was anything wrong with getting an education, he was a Cambridge man himself, as was most of his family, for many generations, but he firmly believed that staying in school and collecting degrees was useless; one had to join the real world eventually and apply that knowledge somehow.

According to Henry’s dossier, this Torger person hadn’t even finished university.

— Mr. Aldersey? — a voice broke him out of his own thoughts. He looked up to see John standing in the doorway with a somber expression on his face.

— What now?

— Mrs. Aldersey is waiting for you to go to Lady Sybil's exhibition.

Albert snorted.

— Do I have a choice?

— I don't think so, sir — he replied with the shadow of a smile on his lips.

Letting out a sigh, he got up from the armchair and headed to the door, where John was standing, holding the tweed jacket that matched the waistcoat and trousers Albert was wearing. Albert threw it on as he headed downstairs.

When he arrived in the foyer, he found Andromeda standing near the door, adjusting her Cartier watch on her wrist. Hearing his footsteps, the woman looked up at him.

— I already told Sybil that we're on our way — she said.

Albert ignored his wife, straightening his lapels and adjusting his lapis cufflinks before heading out of the entrance of the house, where John had the Land Rover waiting. As he took his place at the wheel of the vehicle, Andromeda's voice was a mere whisper.

His mind was elsewhere, specifically on the gaps in Henry’s dossier. He had gathered a large amount of information about Torger, there was nothing relevant about his family other than the fact that his parents were immigrants. Albert hated it when Henry's reports didn't give a clear and objective view of those being investigated, especially their relatives. He could not imagine having the Aldersey name involved with people who did not live up to the importance and relevance of that family.

Aside from that, Cassandra was proving to him that she had made the first right choice in her life. The man was tall and fairly handsome, and had money. The fact that he was a bit older than his daughter was of no object, either, but it made him wonder if the poor bloke wasn’t desperate, divorced, or both.

After parking the car near the entrance to Sybil's gallery, Albert and Andromeda walked the few meters to the entrance in practically silence. At the door, in addition to a security guard, there was a woman dressed in a dark blazer, her blond hair carefully arranged in a low bun.

— Good evening, sir, madam — the woman smiled — Could you come with me?

The path to the room where the exhibition opening was taking place was a blur of color. Albert hated going to Sybil's gallery. He hated the clean, bright white walls and lighting, he hated the people that hung around the gallery, gawking at ridiculous-looking paintings and sculptures, he hated the vegan canapés she always served at the events she held.

But what Albert hated most was having to interact with Sybil's circle of friends. To him, not a single decent person would be caught dead there, just the artsy, continental pillow biters and muff divers like his sister-in-law. Andromeda could deny it all she wanted, but Albert’s suspicions were not unfounded. He had long suspected that Sabine, the French woman that was always with Sybil, wasn’t her housekeeper.

Upon entering the exhibition hall, he came across what seemed like a crowd milling about. The conversations filled Albert's ears, and he felt irritated by the sound of laughter and the clinking of champagne glasses.

— Romy! — Sybil's shrill voice sounded somewhere to his left. Turning his face, he saw his sister-in-law approaching with a wide smile and her hair down in gray waves. “Why doesn’t she color her hair? She looks so old and haggard”, Albert thought to himself — I’m glad you came!

— I would never miss an exhibition of yours, and you know I love porcelain.

Albert rolled his eyes.

— And that's exactly why I called you — she replied, before looking at her brother-in-law with a certain disdain — I'm surprised to see you here, Bertie.

Albert swallowed hard, grimacing at the stupid nickname. It was what his mother called him, but his dreadful sister-in-law found out once and never called him anything else.

— Why do you say that, my dear sister-in-law?

— As far as I’m aware, you’d rather look at horse’s fannies all day than at art.

— Sybil, please — Andromeda whispered, placing a hand on her sister's arm — Albert was very kind to accompany me here today.

The woman looked at him suspiciously.

— Bertie has never been kind to you, Romy.

— There's always a first time, isn't there? — Albert replied — Besides, what kind of husband would I be if I didn't protect my wife from the influence of the disgusting company you keep?

Sybil stepped forward, her eyes filled with anger.

— If you cared about protecting my sister, you wouldn’t put your filthy hands on her so much — she whispered, before putting a fake smile on her face and turning to her sister — Want me to show you what’s on display, Romy? There's a Hungarian vase that I'm sure you'll love.

With his nostrils flared and his face red with anger, Albert wanted to take his wife and leave immediately, and give his sister-in-law a piece of his mind on the way out. However, he knew that doing that, in addition to causing a scandal, would only give Sybil the reaction she wanted. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

He picked up a glass of champagne from a tray carried by a passing waiter, trying to focus on something other than the terrible music booming through the gallery, or the cynical commentary of the people around him. He stepped toward one of the windows and glanced at his watch, praying that time would pass faster and that he could finally leave.

Albert was in the middle of his fourth slice of pesto and tomato toast when he noticed that Sybil and Andromeda were looking at the piece that was right next to him.

— Ah, Romy, this one was a real find — his sister-in-law said, pointing to the small figure protected by the acrylic — It's a figure of a pantalone made in Vienna around 1745. It was in a private collection for a long time before being sold to an Austrian antiques house. You know how I found it?

— How?

Albert glanced at the figure, but unimpressed. It was of an older bearded man in glasses. It looked like a clown to him, the kind of thing one would find in a charity shop and not a high-end gallery exhibition.

— I was studying to put together this exhibition and found a very interesting book about Austrian porcelain. It was written by one of the greatest experts in the field, Elisabeth Bednarczyk…

Albert's heart skipped a beat. It wasn't possible...

— Did you say Bednarczyk?

His sister-in-law raised an eyebrow.

— Yes, Bednarczyk. Elisabeth Sturm Bednarczyk, actually, she is a very well-known scholar and collector in Vienna.

That woman couldn't have the same surname as Torger's mother by mere chance. It couldn't be a coincidence, especially because Torger was from Vienna, and Albert couldn’t imagine that “Bednarczyk” was a common surname in Austria…

— Do you know if this Elisabeth has a sister?

Sybil raised an eyebrow.

— I only contacted her to buy the piece for the exhibition, Bertie. I don’t generally interrogate business contacts about their personal lives or hire private detectives to stalk them, unlike you. It’s almost like you don’t have enough personal issues of your own, isn’t it?

— Just doing my due diligence, Sybil — Albert simply replied, as he looked at the piece of porcelain. “And because of that, I know that this family just became my problem too”, he thought to himself, as he read Elisabeth Bednarczyk’s name on the base of the acrylic.

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pricescigar · 2 years ago

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Complete Global Saturation.

Part of me screamed to give Elvira, Albert Wesker's eyes...

(I haven't photoshopped in a while but it looks so good!)

Might make a bio for Elvira in Resident Evil.

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simshousewindsor · 4 months ago

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THE FLÊCE FRINGE TIARA

The Royal House of Windsor: A Royal Tiara Collection

THE FLÊCE FRINGE TIARA

The Flêce Fringe Tiara, a wedding present to Catherine, Princess Royal from her second betrothal, the 2nd Earl of Flêce in 1836. It was made of diamonds set in gold and silver by E. Wolff and Co. for Garrard. The second child and only daughter of King Albert I and Queen Isabella, the Princess Royal had many royal suitors and was often lavished with gifts, many of which she refused. After her death in 1891, the tiara was left to the jewels of the crown.

This tiara is often misidentified as the “Windsorian Fringe.” But don’t let the internet (and even some books) fool you — it’s not the same tiara! The so-called Albert II or Windsorian Fringe was a fringe necklace that belonged to Queen Adaline, the wife of Albert II. The "Windsorian Fringe," was made by Collingwood that Queen Isabella gave to Adaline as a wedding gift. It was worn in various ways (including as a tiara) and it is now the property of the current queen. But it’s a totally different piece. The Windsorian fringe is now set as a necklace (and cannot be easily converted to be worn as a tiara).

Princess Catherine’s fringe, on the other hand, is a new, smaller, neater and more modern-looking tiara. You can see a comparison of the two in the portrait of Queen Lara-Leigh above; The Windsorian Fringe is worn as a necklace, and Princess Catherine’s Flêce Fringe remains a tiara.

Diamond fringe tiaras were incredibly popular after they became fashionable at the imperial court of the Marvanians, and the current Windsor collections reflect that popularity.

A Royal Tiara Collection

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hiro-doodlez · 9 months ago

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Watch this

Stage 1 - Beaten frowns Stage Stage 1 - Beaten frowns after

Here we experience the first sigs of memory loss. This stage is most like a beautiful daydream. The glory of old age and recollection. The last of the great days.

TRACKLIST & SAMPLES:

A1 - It's just a burning memory | Heartaches - Albert Allick Bowlly . Isador Simon Phillips and His Melodians

A2 - We don't have many days | Say It Isn't So - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

A3 - Late afternoon drifting | It All Depends On You - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

A4 - Childishly fresh eyes | Moonlight and Shadows - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

A5 - Slightly bewildered | Alabamy Bound - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone .. The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton, Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

A6 - Things that are beautiful and transient | The Waltz You Saved For Me - Harold Wayne King and His Orchestra

B1 - All that follows is true | Medley: It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane - Ronnie O'Dell . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra

B2 - An autumnal equinox | In A Little Second Hand Store - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

B3 - Quiet internal rebellions | Water Lilies In The Moonlight - Hughie Diamond . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra

B4 - The loves of my entire life | Willow Weep For Me - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

B5 - Into each other's eyes | Smoke From A Chimney - Samuel Gabriel Costa . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra

B6 - My heart will stop in joy | Room With A View - Mert Curtis . Russel Morgan and His Orchestra

Stage 2 - Pittor Pickgrown in Khatheinstersper

The second stage is the self realisation and awareness that something is wrong with a refusal to accept that. More effort is made to remember so memories can be more long form with a little more deterioration in quality. The overall personal mood is generally lower than the first stage and it a point before confusion starts setting in.

TRACKLIST & SAMPLES:

C1 - A losing battle is raging | Love's Old Sweet Song - Chester Gaylord

C2 - Misplaced in time | Lullaby Of The Leaves - George Edward Olsen Sr. and His Orchestra

C3 - What does it matter how my heart breaks | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis

C4 - Glimpses of hope in these trying times | Grand Canyon Suite: Painted Desert | Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

C5 - Surrendering to despair | Sweet and Low - Chester Gaylord

D1 - I still feel as though I am me | Grand Canyon Suite: Sunrise - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

D2 - Quiet dusk coming early | To Be Forgotten - David Rubinoff

D3 - Last moments of pure recall | Into My Heart - Harold Rodman Lambert . Roger Wolff Kahn and His Orchestra

D4 - Denial unravelling | Phillips Dewey . Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

D5 - The way ahead feels lonely | Grand Canyon Suite: Sunset - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

Stage 3 - Hag

Here we are presented with some of the last coherent memories before confusion fully rolls in and the grey mists form and fade away. Finest moments have been remembered, the musical flow in places is more confused and tangled. As we progress some singular memories become more disturbed, isolated, broken and distant. These are the last embers of awareness before we enter the post awareness stages.

TRACKLIST & SAMPLES:

E1 - Back there Benjamin | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

E2 - And heart breaks | Heartaches - Albert Allick Bowlly . Isador Simon Phillips and His Melodians

E3 - Hidden sea buried deep | Birth Of The Blues - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone .. Piano Medley of Layton and Johnstone Successes: Intro - My Blue Heaven - John Turner Layton Jr.

E4 - Libet's all joyful camaraderie | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

E5 - To the minimal great hidden | Paddlin' Madelin' Home - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

E6 - Sublime beyond loss | Stardust - Charlie Spivak and His Orchestra

E7 - Bewildered in other eyes | The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler

E8 - Long term dusk glimpses | Exactly Like You - Harold Rodman Lambert . Roger Wolff Kahn and His Orchestra

F1 - Gradations at arm's length | [Sample unknown]

F2 - Drifting time misplaced | Lullaby Of The Leaves - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

F3 - Internal bewildered World | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini

F4 - Burning despair does ache | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis

F5 - Aching cavern without lucidity | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis

F6 - An empty bliss beyond this World | The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - Victor Salon Orchestra

F7 - Libet delay - Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

F8 - Mournful cameraderie | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis

Stage 4 - Glitsholder

Post-Awareness Stage 4 is where serenity and the ability to recall singular memories gives way to confusions and horror. It's the beginning of an eventual process where all memories begin to become more fluid through entanglements, repetition and rupture.

SECTIONS & SAMPLES:

G1 - Post Awareness Confusions

Section A: [Sample unknown] | Grand Canyon Suite: Sunset - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra | Lullaby Of The Leaves - George Edward Olsen Sr. and His Orchestra

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Section B: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | Heartaches - Albert Allick Bowlly . Isador Simon Phillips and His Melodians

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Section C: Ancient Court Whisperings - Albert Benzler | The Japanese Sandman - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Ambassador Orchestra

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Section D: Don't Put The Blame On Me - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | Belle Of the East - Albert Benzler

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Section E: The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler | Heartaches - Gaetano Alberto Lombardo and His Royal Canadians | To You - Mert Curtis . Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown]

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H1 - Post Awareness Confusions:

Section A: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

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Section B: Winterreise No. 05: Der Lindenbaum - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown] | Any Time, Anywhere - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

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Section C: Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra | Melody: Bist du denn Gottes Sohn? - Guildford Cathedral Choir | [Sample unknown] | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis

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Section D: [Sample unknown] | The Waltz You Saved For Me - Harold Wayne King and His Orchestra | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir | Paddlin' Madelin' Home - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Winterreise No. 20: Der Wegweiser - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller

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Section E: Gradana - Mantovani and His Orchestra

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Section F: Piano Medley of Layton and Johnstone Successes: Intro - My Blue Heaven - John Turner Layton Jr.

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I1 - Temporary Bliss State:

Section A: The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler

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Section B: The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler

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J1 - Post Awareness Confusions:

Section A: [Sample unknown] | The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler | To You - Mert Curtis . Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | In The Mission By The Sea - Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown]

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Section B-a: Into My Heart - Harold Rodman Lambert . Roger Wolff Kahn and His Orchestra | Grand Canyon Suite: Painted Desert | Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

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Section B-b: Say It Isn't So - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

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Section C: The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | Paddlin' Madelin' Home - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown]

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Section D: Ancient Court Whisperings - Albert Benzler | The Japanese Sandman - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Ambassador Orchestra

Stage 5 - Eptitranxisticemestionscers Desending

Post-Awareness Stage 5 confusions and horror. More extreme entanglements, repetition and rupture can give way to calmer moments. The unfamiliar may sound and feel familiar. Time is often spent only in the moment leading to isolation.

SECTIONS & SAMPLES:

K1 - Advanced Plaque Entanglements:

Section A-a: [Sample unknown] | Black And White Rag - Albert Benzler | The Mocking Bird - Harry Taft | Black And White Rag - Albert Benzler | [Sample unknown]

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Section A-b: Laura - Charlie Spivak and His Orchestra

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Section B: The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown]

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Section C1-a: Was It A Dream? - Richard Ewing Powell

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Section C1-b: Melody: Prière à Notre-Dame

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Section C2-a: I'm Following You - Lawrence Gray

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Section C2-b: Melody: Prière à Notre-Dame

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Section D: [Sample unknown] | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | [Sample unknown]

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Section E: [Sample unknown] | Alabamy Bound - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Reckless Night On Board An Ocean Liner - Sydney John Lipton and His Grosvenor House Orchestra

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Section F-a: Ancient Court Whisperings - Albert Benzler | Black And White Rag - Albert Benzler | Heartaches - Albert Allick Bowlly . Isador Simon Phillips and His Melodians | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown]

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Section F-b: [Sample unknown] | Belle Of The East - Albert Benzler | Heartaches - Gaetano Alberto Lombardo and His Royal Canadians | The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler

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Section G: The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Garden Of Weed - Louis Stone and His Band

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Section H: Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown]

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Section I-a: [Sample unknown] | Garden Of Weed - Louis Stone and His Band | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler | Grand Canyon Suite: Sunrise - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

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Section I-b: In The Mission By The Sea - Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown] | Room With A View - Mert Curtis . Russel Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown]

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Section I-c: Granada - Mantovani & His Orchestra

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Section I-d: Water Lilies In The Moonlight - Hughie Diamond . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra

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Section J: Grand Fantasia - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | In A Little Second Hand Store - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown]

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Section K: Invincible Eagle March - James Fitzgerald | There's Too Many Eyes That Wanna Make Eyes At Two Pretty Eyes I Love - Arthur Jarrett . Wilfred Theodore Wemyes and His Orchestra | Don't Put The Blame On Me - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Alabamy Bound - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

L1 - Advanced plaque entanglements

Section A: Don't Put The Blame On Me - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown] | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | Belle Of The East - Albert Benzler

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Section B1: Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra | Melody: Bist du denn Gottes Sohn? - Guildford Cathedral Choir | [Sample unknown] | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis

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Section B2: Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra | Melody: Bist du denn Gottes Sohn? - Guildford Cathedral Choir | [Sample unknown] | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis

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Section C: The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler | Heartaches - Gaetano Alberto Lombardo and His Royal Canadians | [Sample unknown]

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Section D-a: Black And White Rag - Albert Benzler

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Section D-b: [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown]

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Section D-c: Garden Of Weed - Louis Stone

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Section D-d: The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown]

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Section D-e: The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

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Section E: Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | [Sample unknown] | Stardust - Charlie Spivak and His Orchestra

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Section F: Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | Reckless Night On Board An Ocean Liner - Sydney John Lipton and His Grosvenor House Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | Medley: It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane - Ronnie O'Dell . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra

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Section G: [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown]

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Section H: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown]

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Section I1: Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway | [Sample unknown] | The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler | Medley: It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane - Ronnie O'Dell . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown]

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Section J: Black And White Rag - Albert Benzler | Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown]

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Section K: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Winterreise No. 05: Der Lindenbaum - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton, Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra

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Section I2: Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway | [Sample unknown] | The Prettiest Little Song Of All - Albert Benzler | Medley: It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane - Ronnie O'Dell . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra

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Section L: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | Grand Fantasia - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra | In A Little Second Hand Store - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown]

M1 - Synapse retrogenesis:

Section A1:

Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | Meditation From "Thais" - Jesse Crawford

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Section B1: Black And White Rag - Albert Benzler | [Sample unknown] | Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller

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Section C-a: Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | Ancient Court Whisperings - Albert Benzler | Lullaby Of The Leaves - George Edward Olsen Sr. and His Orchestra | Heartaches - Albert Allick Bowlly . Isador Simon Phillips and His Melodians | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

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Section C-b: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | Gradana - Mantovani and His Orchestra

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Section C-c: [Sample unknown] | Don't Put The Blame On Me - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Belle Of The East - Albert Benzler | [Sample unknown] | Heartaches - Gaetano Alberto Lombardo and His Royal Canadians

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Section A2: London Town (You Haunt Me) - Stanley Augustus Holloway | Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | There's Too Many Eyes That Wanna Make Eyes At Two Pretty Eyes I Love - Arthur Jarrett . Wilfred Theodore Wemyes and His Orchestra | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller

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Section B2: Black And White Rag - Albert Benzler | Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller

N1 - Sudden time regression into isolation

Section A1: [Sample unknown] | Lullaby Of The Leaves - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Stardust - Charlie Spivak and His Orchestra | Medley: It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane - Ronnie O'Dell . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra | Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway

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Section B1: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Winterreise No. 05: Der Lindenbaum - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton, Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir

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Section B2: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Winterreise No. 05: Der Lindenbaum - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton, Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra

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Section B3: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra | Melody: Bist du denn Gottes Sohn? - Guildford Cathedral Choir | [Sample unknown]

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Section C: Lullaby Of The Leaves - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Piano Medley Of Layton & Johnstone Successes (Ramona / My Ohio Home) - John Turner Layton Jr.

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Section A2: Medley: It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane - Ronnie O'Dell . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra | Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway | [Sample unknown] | Stardust - Charlie Spivak and His Orchestra

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Section A3: [Sample unknown] | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir | Medley: It Looks Like Rain In Cherry Blossom Lane - Ronnie O'Dell . Maurice Winnick and His Orchestra | Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway

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Section B4 (Hell Sirens 4): Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Melody: Bist du denn Gottes Sohn? - Guildford Cathedral Choir | [Sample unknown] | Granada - Mantovani and His Orchestra

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Section D: Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir | [Sample unknown]

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Section E1 (Last Of The Bliss): Hello Tucky - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Piano Medley Of Layton & Johnstone Successes (Ramona / My Ohio Home) - John Turner Layton Jr. | Lullaby Of The Leaves - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir

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Section E2: Hello Tucky - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir

Stage 6 - Necrotonomigaud

Stage 6 is without description.

SECTIONS & SAMPLES:

O1 - A confusion so thick you forget forgetting:

Section A: The Waltz You Saved For Me - Harold Wayne King and His Orchestra | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | [Sample unknown]

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Section B: The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton, Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra

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Section C: Heartaches - Seger Pillot Ellis | interresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | Meditation From "Thais" - Jesse Crawford

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P1 - A brutal bliss beyond this empty defeat:

Section A1: Hello Tucky - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir

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Section B-a: Memory Street - Elsa Macfarlane and Stanley Augustus Holloway | [Sample unknown]

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Section B-b: Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | [Sample unknown] | [Sample unknown]

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Section B-c: There's Too Many Eyes That Wanna Make Eyes At Two Pretty Eyes I Love - Arthur Jarrett . Wilfred Theodore Wemyes and His Orchestra

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Section B-d: [Sample unknown] | Alabamy Bound - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Goodnight, My Beautiful - Russell Morgan and His Orchestra | Russian Rose - Samuel Browne . Joshua Alexander Loss and His Orchestra | Granada - Mantovani and His Orchestra

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Section A2: Hello Tucky - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Melody: Und führe uns nicht in Versuchung - Guildford Cathedral Choir | The Last Rose Of Summer - Jesse Crawford

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Section C: Winterresie No. 06: Wasserflut - Gerhard Heinrich Wilhelm Fritz Hüsch and Hanns Udo Müller | London Town (You Haunt Me) - Stanley Augustus Holloway | Melody: The Haunted Ballroom

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Section D: There's Too Many Eyes That Wanna Make Eyes At Two Pretty Eyes I Love - Arthur Jarrett . Wilfred Theodore Wemyes and His Orchestra

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Q1 - Long decline is over:

Section A-a: Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini | Weary River - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | [Sample unknown] | The Wedding Of The Painted Doll - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Grand Canyon Suite: Sunrise - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

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Section A-b: Weary River - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone | Grand Canyon Suite: Sunrise - Paul Samuel Whiteman and His Orchestra

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R1 - Place in the World fades away

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Section A-b: Weary River - John Turner Layton Jr. and Clarence Johnstone

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Section B: [Sample unknown] | Il Trovatore - Ferruccio Giannini

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Section C (Last 5 minutes): Melody: Laßt mich ihn nur noch einmal küssen - Guildford Cathedral Choir

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Section D: [No sample]

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It Was a Dream Come True : George Recalls F1 Debut Five Years On

March 17, 2019 - for George, it feels like yesterday.

He may now be in his sixth season in Formula One, but we're taking him back to his very first race weekend in Melbourne.

"It was a really special moment," George says. "I had my whole family there on the grid with me, and I was about to race against so many people who I had looked up to."

With the pre-race ceremony over, there was a job to be done, and a new challenge to adapt to.

"I was enjoying the fact I had achieved a lifelong dream, of course, but there was a realisation that I was now at the back of the grid, not the front."

Consecutive titles in GP3 and Formula 2 may have seemed like distant memories as George lined up P19 for the Grand Prix, but that didn't prevent an important sense of perspective under the visor.

"I knew I could learn at my own pace. I could make mistakes without it being in the spotlight. I could just find the positives from every situation and maximise the year, he adds.

And when the lights did go out, nothing felt new. Something that surprised even him.

"I only realised afterwards, but it felt like any other race. When I was in that car and the helmet was on it felt exactly the same as it did when I was in Go-Karts, F4, F3, or Formula 2. The goal hadn't changed. To drive as fast as possible. That was the biggest takeaway for me."

Fast forward five years. George Russell is a Formula One podium scorer, a polesitter, and a race winner. A career to be proud of, no doubt. But with the advantage of hindsight, what would the George of 2024 have said to his 21-year-old self on that Albert Park grid?

"Cherish every moment," he says. "Enjoy the journey. Everyone in Formula One is a competitive animal and when things aren't going your way it can knock you down. You need to remind yourself that we are extremely fortunate to do what we do. We're doing what we love and what a life we are all living. If things are going wrong, it's not the time to just put your feet up, but you need to remind yourself that there are worse things in the world to be doing."

Things can go wrong in Formula One. And when they do, that's when a driver relies on those around them to see them through. A consistent and healthy support network can make all the difference in crucial moments, a fact George has really come to appreciate.

"Surrounding yourself with the right people is so important. People you trust and have your best interests at heart," says George.

He has done just that. Manager Harry has been in place since 2013, and this season will be the eighth with trainer Aleix in tow.

"Gwen [Lagrue] and Toto [Wolff] have played a huge part in that journey too, supporting me the whole way. My girlfriend and my family have been there as well. These people understand you. They understand the sport and can support at the right time in the right way. It's an emotional rollercoaster, through the highs and the lows, whether you are winning or losing.

George's career rollercoaster has seen a lot of peaks. He reached the highest of highs in Brazil in 2022, leading every lap to claim his first Grand Prix victory, bringing home an unforgettable Mercedes 1-2.

But it's not the moment that stands out the most for George. The real moment of confirmation had come a year earlier before George joined the team permanently at the beginning of 2022.

"I always look back at qualifying for Spa in 2021. I had signed the contract to join Mercedes the week before, so I knew I had the full support of everyone, including Toto and the board."

"Qualifying on the front row in a car that had finished last for the previous three seasons gave me more adrenaline than I had ever experienced in my life."

That was then, this is now. Five years have passed, but George Russell has barely scratched the surface. This interview wasn't one for a job, but it did make us think: where does George Russell want to be in five years' time?

"I just want to have maximised my potential and know that I haven't left any stone unturned. That I have given it everything and I have no regrets about the way I have trained, the way I have worked for my team and the commitment I have shown. All I can do is give it my absolute everything."

We know he will. But we also know that you can't always control your own destiny in Formula One.

"I don't know how many race victories we're going to achieve in that time. If it means we win five World Championships then great. If it means we've won 10 races and only should have won eight then I'll be happy with that too. It's all relative. I'm 26 and think I've got at least 15 years left in me. I'm going to give it everything to win with Mercedes. That's the goal."

#george russell #f1 #*m #q #:')#this was a good read - well done mercedes for once #(our george.... 💙)

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umgeorge · 8 months ago

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'It Was a Dream Come True' - George Recalls F1 Debut Five Years On

"It was a dream come true." March 17, 2019 - for George, it feels like yesterday. He may now be in his sixth season in Formula One, but we're taking him back to his very first race weekend in Melbourne. "It was a really special moment," George says. "I had my whole family there on the grid with me, and I was about to race against so many people who I had looked up to." With the pre-race ceremony over there was a job to be done, and a new challenge to adapt to. "I was enjoying the fact I had achieved a lifelong dream, of course, but there was a realisation that I was now at the back of the grid, not the front." Consecutive titles in GP3 and Formula 2 may have seemed like distant memories as George lined up P19 for the grand prix, but that didn't prevent an important sense of perspective under the visor. "I knew I could learn at my own pace. I could make mistakes without it being in the spotlight. I could just find the positives from every situation and maximise the year," he adds. And when the lights did go out, nothing felt new - something that surprised even him. "I only realised afterwards, but it felt like any other race. When I was in that car and the helmet was on it felt exactly the same as it did when I was in Go-Karts, F4, F3, or Formula 2. The goal hadn't changed: to drive as fast as possible. That was the biggest takeaway for me." Fast forward five years. George Russell is a Formula 1 podium scorer, a polesitter, and a race winner. A career to be proud of, no doubt, but with the advantage of hindsight, what would the George of 2024 have said to his 21-year-old self on that Albert Park grid? "Cherish every moment," he says. "Enjoy the journey. Everyone in Formula 1 is a competitive animal and when things aren't going your way it can knock you down. You need to remind yourself that we are extremely fortunate to do what we do. We're doing what we love and what a life we are all living. If things are going wrong, it's not the time to just put your feet up, but you need to remind yourself that there are worse things in the world to be doing."

Things can go wrong in Formula 1 and when they do, that's when a driver relies on those around them to see them through. A consistent and healthy support network can make all the difference in crucial moments, a fact George has really come to appreciate. "Surrounding yourself with the right people is so important. People you trust and have your best interests at heart," says George. He has done just that. Manager Harry has been in place since 2013, and this season will be the eighth with trainer Aleix in tow. "Gwen [Lagrue] and Toto [Wolff] have played a huge part in that journey, too, supporting me the whole way. My girlfriend and my family have been there as well. These people understand you. They understand the sport and can support at the right time in the right way. It's an emotional rollercoaster, through the highs and the lows, whether you are winning or losing." George's career rollercoaster has seen a lot of peaks. He reached the highest of highs in Brazil in 2022, leading every lap to claim his first grand prix victory, bringing home an unforgettable Mercedes 1-2. But it's not the moment that stands out the most for George. The real moment of confirmation had come a year earlier before George joined the team permanently at the beginning of 2022. "I always look back at qualifying for Spa in 2021. I had signed the contract to join Mercedes the week before, so I knew I had the full support of everyone, including Toto and the board. Qualifying on the front row in a car that had finished last for the previous three seasons gave me more adrenaline than I had ever experienced in my life." That was then, this is now. Five years have passed, but George Russell has barely scratched the surface. This interview wasn't one for a job, but it did make us think: where does George Russell want to be in five years' time? "I just want to have maximised my potential and know that I haven't left any stone unturned; that I have given it everything and I have no regrets about the way I have trained, the way I have worked for my team, and the commitment I have shown. All I can do is give it my absolute everything." We know he will. But we also know that you can't always control your own destiny in Formula One. "I don't know how many race victories we're going to achieve in that time. If it means we win five World Championships, then great. If it means we've won ten races and only should have won eight, then I'll be happy with that, too. "It's all relative. I'm 26 and think I've got at least fifteen years left in me. I'm going to give it everything to win with Mercedes. That's the goal."

#george russell #f1 #formula 1 #fic ref #fic ref 2024 #not a race #2024 not a race #between saudi arabia and australia 2024

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