Customs are flouted, taboos broken, buildings are defaced, images destroyed, shops looted, families divided, friendships ended. Angry debates multiply, and previously rational people talk about destroying all the evil in the world to bring about a new, glorious kingdom on Earth.
Commoners who have no interest in ideas suddenly become experts on them, while intellectuals who've never spoken to commoners can't talk of anything but their plight. The well-off, full of fear, do everything in their power to defend their privileges and way of life. But even the upper classes are divided, and parents see their young 'take the wrong side'. And no matter what side you're on, someone is there to accuse you of 'betraying the cause'
The powers that be watch, and try to use the confusion to their benefit, only to discover that not even they can stand tall in the winds that blow. They try threats and concessions to hold their power, but no tactic can forestall history's verdict that their time is up.
The world of Figaro may seem so different from the world today, but how different is it? Noblemen waste entire fortunes on idle entertainments, yet closer to their chateaus than they know, men get boiled lead poured over them before being torn to pieces by wild horses. The foundations of philosophy and society are being laid, all within societies where books are banned and dissenters get sent to prison and threatened with torture.
It is 1786. The winds that blew through the French Revolution kindled a smoldering fire starting in a small German city by a local organist named Bach and tended to by Gluck and Haydn after his death; but with Mozart, the embers finally erupted into a blaze of genius, and the curvature of the earth was changed. Music, or what now call ‘classical music,’ was the art through which democracy spread its wings. Every illiterate only required an ear to understand it. It expressed feelings with a specificity that no written word ever could. It was a second revolution.