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The darkened room [Aug. 29th, 2005|10:51 pm]


Tap. "Is thing on?" She stares out at the darkened room, waiting, expectant.

[User Picture]From: ultharkitty
2005-08-30 08:54 am (UTC)
There are sounds - the rustling of cloth, the clearing of throats - but they seem part of the background, the hungry white noise.
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[User Picture]From: shepline
2005-08-30 08:20 pm (UTC)
Her heart pounds inside of her. Glancing down she checks her fingers, hovering over the strings. It's now or never. She glances round across the stage. Her band. She nods. It's now.
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[User Picture]From: ultharkitty
2005-08-31 07:58 am (UTC)
The first chord, buzzing honey, simple and fulfilling. She opens her mouth, takes a breath, and begins to sing.
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[User Picture]From: cogenthoughts
2005-08-31 12:17 am (UTC)
She nervously wets her lips with her tongue, a tiny pink tip darting out like a serpent. The footlights are harsh and bright upon her face, searing into her eyes.

She takes a deep breath, fluttering the paper she holds tightly clenched in her hand.
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[User Picture]From: ultharkitty
2005-08-31 08:00 am (UTC)
She wishes she'd used fourteen point, twelve was slightly too small to be clear in this light. But the paper is onyl a safety net; she knows the words.
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