Note- I do not own the rights to Doctor Who, this is just a loving tribute to the iconic British tv show. Might be a first to write an erotic story about a famous composer. Chopin was quite a ladies man in his time. Not to mention Liszt.
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The Doctor could not wipe the smile off her face as she listened in awe at the tinkling keys of the piano in the centre of the drawing room. Illuminated by a large lantern hanging from the ceiling and candlesticks on the various tables the room was silent apart from the talented pianist. The exclusive audience was made up of several young women who were bewitched by the long haired musician whose fingers danced on the keys effortlessly. It was impossible to describe his enchanting touch and mastery of the instrument.
"A virtuoso indeed." Thought the female Time Lord as she fanned herself with a hand painted fan.
She had materialised in Paris in September of 1832 and had ingratiated herself into a select group of young and wealthy Frenchwomen who all adored the twenty one year old prodigy from Warsaw, Frederic Chopin. The up and coming composer had become the darling of the Parisian ladies who flocked to him for lessons and entertainment. And the impoverished Pole needed the cash. Paris at this time was the centre of European culture and in the midst of a late flowering romantic movement.
"Heavens, I do declare I feel faint!"
A brunette in a white ball gown trimmed with flowers fanned herself desperately before swooning on the lady by her side. Apparently most of the fawning Parisian ladies considered it fashionable to swoon when Chopin played. The pianist grinned and continued with his piano concerto in E minor, his latest work.
"Fucking big head!"
In a corner of the room a man sat in a haze of cigarette smoke, nursing a large glass of cognac and who fidgeted in his chair. This was Franz Liszt, another hugely successful pianist and composer and about the same age as Chopin. They had begun a friendship and admired each others work but an undercurrent of a rivalry was always present.
"I can play better than that, the big ass. Louder, louder, for fuck sake!"
"Hush, Monsieur, hush." Said an irate young lady.
The Doctor equated the eccentric young man's status as an equivalent to a rock star of the 1970's. He was confidant, good looking with wavy hair down to his shoulders and a womaniser. When playing the piano he would invariably attack the keys in blizzards of fast notes that dazzled the ladies of Paris, and who would faint and throw jewels onto the stage. His own idol was Paganini, the incredibly talented violinist and living phenomenon who inspired him to be the performer as sex symbol.
"Well, he's such a lightweight, can't hear him." Moaned Liszt who took another snifter.
The Time Lord looked at Chopin again whose gentle style of playing was drawing much attention from his select audience. The intimate atmosphere suited his style of entertainment perfectly. The young man was dressed immaculately in a grey suit, cravat and buckled shoes. On occasion he looked up from the piano and looked directly at the Doctor with an angelic smile that made her blush.
"Isn't he just marvellous," gushed the female seated next to the Doctor.
"He certainly has a delicate touch on the keys." She answered as she nibbled a strawberry from the table of provided delicacies.
The Doctor had taken care to dress well for the occasion. Her floor length gown in tan had bows of ribbon and bands of satin. The low scooped neck and short puffed sleeves were in keeping with the style of the time, as was her blonde hair which she had mixed with ribbons and piled on the top of her head. On her feet she wore a pair of slip on shoes in plain white with a satin ribbon tie on the pointed toe. The piece came to and end and spontaneous applause broke out amongst the women. Chopin rose and took several bows and drank in the praise. Within seconds he had the ladies laughing merrily as he talked animatedly about himself.
"Show off!" Yelled the irreverent Liszt who got up and refilled his glass loudly.
All the women mobbed the pianist and congratulated him on his concerto. The Doctor held back and soon after was directly approached by Chopin himself and another man.
"Good evening Mademoiselle, did you enjoy the evening?"
"Very much so, I am Doctor Jane Smith."
He bowed and took her hand and kissed it.
"Your servant, Frederic Chopin. And this is my latest friend George Sand."
The Doctor did a double take when she laid eyes on none other than Captain Jack Harkness, conman and time traveller from the 51st. Century. He was dressed in men's clothing but had grown his dark hair long and had applied rouge to his cheeks and wore lipstick.
"Doctor Jane Smith? Sounds familiar, have we met?" He asked curiously.
Indeed in her ninth persona, the Doctor, accompanied by Rose Tyler, had encountered Captain Jack in wartime London. "Pleased to meet you, George is it?" They clasped hands briefly.
Chopin bent in and whispered behind his raised hand.
"Actually Doctor, George is really Aurore Dupin and has just published her novel under her male pseudonym. It's so difficult for a female to get published, it's scandalous."
"It's true, I can get around much better dressed as a man."
"Are you certain George is actually a woman?" The Doctor asked.
Chopin and Jack looked at each other and then burst out laughing. Jack took the arm of the composer and held on slightly longer than appropriate behaviour dictated.
"Of course, dear Doctor. I'm surprised you ask that question."
"Hah, hah, isn't the Doctor silly, Frederic."
Chopin had to shrug the Captain away as he attempted a quick peck on the cheek.
"Enough George, behave."
"Isn't he adorable, and so talented." Said Jack grinning as he pressed up at the young man.
The Doctor was well aware of the travellers bisexuality but was at a loss as to why he was here. Also she knew that Chopin didn't actually meet George Sands until 1836. Just then they were joined by a decidedly drunk Liszt who gave Jack a loud smack on his ass.
"Alright darlin', how you doing?"
