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Post by Stella on Aug 5, 2006 21:40:39 GMT -5
As Musa descended the stage, Stella ran up to her friend and threw her arms around her, wrapping her in a warm hug. Giving her one last squeeze, Stella stepped back and then linked her arm through Musa's as she exclaimed, "You were great! Listen to the crowd cheer - they loved you."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Aug 6, 2006 17:38:51 GMT -5
Christine nodded in assessment. It would be hard to fight against the fairy of music but she was a specialist - and they never gave up... that often. To her, her chief rival for the show would be Musa. But this was Christine's home turf - having spent many days singing here and being paid for it.
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Post by Random NPC on Aug 8, 2006 19:44:45 GMT -5
"Wonderful performance Musa, next up is, forgive me if I say this wrong Tashii?"
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Post by tashii on Aug 8, 2006 20:30:02 GMT -5
Tash froze her drink in the air. "Bloody Hell you didn't." When she saw Kaelin grin, "You did and just so you know your dead." Tash said as she sat back, there was no way she was getting on that stage.
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Post by kaelin on Aug 8, 2006 20:50:35 GMT -5
Kaelin's grin got bigger when Tash didn't move. Clearing his thought he called out loud enough for the announcer to hear. "She's over here, she's just feeling a little shy at the moment."
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Post by tashii on Aug 8, 2006 21:16:17 GMT -5
Tash glared at Kaelin and when she heard the annoucner ask the crowds for some encouragement she groan. *You know your really dead. Right?* Tash thought to her brother as she got the her feet and stalked to the the stage.
I dont know where Im going
But, I sure know where Ive been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
An Ive made up my mind,
I aint wasting no more time
But, here I go again
Here I go again
Tho I keep searching for an answer,
I never seem to find what Im looking for
Oh lord, I pray
You give me strength to carry on,
cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An here I go again on my own
Goin down the only road Ive ever known,
Like a hobo* I was born to walk alone
An Ive made up my mind
I aint wasting no more time
Im just another heart in need of rescue,
Waiting on loves sweet charity
An Im gonna hold on
For the rest of my days,
cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An here I go again on my own
Goin down the only road Ive ever known,
Like a hobo* I was born to walk alone
An Ive made up my mind
I aint wasting no more time
But, here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go...
An Ive made up my mind,
I aint wasting no more time
An here I go again on my own
Goin down the only road Ive ever known,
Like a hobo I was born to walk alone
cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
An here I go again on my own
Goin down the only road Ive ever known,
Like a hobo I was born to walk alone
An Ive made up my mind
I aint wasting no more time...
But, here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go,
Here I go again...
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Post by kevyn on Aug 9, 2006 3:55:26 GMT -5
Kevyn leaned closer to Kaelin, "Nice to see I'm not the only on you're forcing into this." she giggled.
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Post by kaelin on Aug 9, 2006 6:58:14 GMT -5
"I'm an equal opportunist." Kaelin grinned.
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Post by Musa on Aug 9, 2006 9:01:00 GMT -5
Musa smiled, as she heard then a bit proud. She was really happy that she went well, and she was really happy to sing. People really looked as if they liked her. She just wondered how well the other ones would go? She was curious about it.
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Post by Carol on Aug 9, 2006 9:20:37 GMT -5
Boredom could make weird things to people. It was the only explanation that Carol could think of at the time. She was on a club full of faeries and her powers wouldn't allow her to bully then. Maybe she could pick on the pixies singing or something.
Not that she hated faeries and wanted to see then badly hurt of insulted. She had her limits and tried to have at least a bit of class. But the idea of scaring faeries with her powers, and teasing then amused Carol to no end. She couldn't pick on the one on pigtails that had sang a while ago, though, it would be unfair and immature as she knew that she was good. And the one that was singing at the time was okay as well, she thought.
As Carol heard the people singing, she had an idea, even though it could be a bad one. Maybe she could sing? There was no rule telling that witches could sing, and if she picked a song that she was aware that most people disliked, she would be annoying then. Good enough. Besides, maybe her voice alone would annoy then. She loved to sing, but she had her doubts about her talent. If she had one.
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Post by Random NPC on Aug 9, 2006 9:27:42 GMT -5
"That wasn't so bad now was it?" The announcer asked Tash when she finished before calling the next contestant. "And next we have a Miss Flora."
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Post by Demeter on Aug 9, 2006 9:34:39 GMT -5
Flora flushed prettily and quietly made her way up to the stage. She tapped the mic once and began to sing.
"Tale as old as time, true as it can be... Barely even friends, then somebody bends unexpectedly... Just a little change, small to say the least... Both a little scared, neither one prepared... Beauty and the Beast... Ever just the same, ever a surprise, ever as before, ever just as sure, as the sun will rise
Tale as old as time, tune as old as song. Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change, learning you were wrong... Certain as the sun, rising in the east. Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme... Beauty and the Beast... Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme... Beauty and the Beast."
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Post by Random NPC on Aug 9, 2006 9:49:41 GMT -5
"Lovely song, Miss Layla is up next."
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Post by Layla on Aug 9, 2006 18:53:16 GMT -5
Having selected a song that she could bear to sing with a straight face, Layla made her way up to the stage. Her hand snaking around the mic, she listened as the opening notes of the song began before she threw herself into the song:
"I was staring at the sky, just lookin' for a star
To pray on or wish on or something like that
I was havin' a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality, I knew, was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird but it was just a paper bag
Hunger hurts and I want him so bad, oh, it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts but starvin' works when it costs
Too much to love
And I went crazy again today, lookin' for a strand to climb
Lookin' for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come on, put a little love here in my void
He said it's all in your head and I said so's everything but he didn't get it
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
Hunger hurts and I want him so bad, oh, it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts but starvin' works when it costs
Too much to love
Hunger hurts but I want him so bad, oh, it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts but starvin' works when it costs
Too much to love
Hunger hurts but I want him so bad, oh, it kills
Because I know that I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts but starvin', it works when it costs
Too much to love"
As she finished the song, Layla grinned as she made her way off the stage. True, her voice wasn't the strongest of the night, but she had had a good time and that was all that really mattered.
OOC: The song is "Paper Bag" by Fiona Apple
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Aug 9, 2006 21:27:31 GMT -5
Christine listened to the words of Layla's song and flinched slightly. The words seemed to describe her and Sky just a bit too well. She picked up a small piece of paper, wrote a brief note on it and sent it in the direction of Layla.
Loved your song.
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