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Post by Monique Adelina De'Ath on Dec 2, 2020 17:11:41 GMT
“10 livres…10 measly livres, is this it! How is a man supposed to make his start in life with 10 livres?!
That had been Valentino’s parting gift from his father, mind you, on reflection, he shouldn’t be too harsh on the old fellow as he didn’t have barely a livre to his name working, as he did, a simple laborer. Still it wasn’t enough and somehow he would need to raise more, and quickly.
His thought had been to take up the career as a military man, although he’d have to start at the bottom, common private and all that. However was there money to be made in soldering? Then there was the danger of course, being shot, stabbed, trampled on, blown apart by a cannonball, captured, tortured all factors to weigh up.
Now he had been thinking more along the lines of a musical path, what with his splendid tenor voice and aptitude with a number of instruments. There was money to be had in music surely, concerts, clubs, solos, parties, weddings, the list was almost endless. So, what about a combination of the two? Yes, that wasn’t such a crazy idea, find himself a regiment, start to work up the ranks while, at alongside it bringing in a few livres with musical performances….he could see it now…Valentino Segal….”The Singing Soldier”!
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