It was late even for the party girl. The sun may come up soon but honestly she had lost track of the time. "Come on do it. They don't think you can." Ragu prodded her again. She had so much to drink she could barely see straight and the moon sugar didn't help, but the sensation if gave was worth it. She had even found that it was hard to sing, harder to do anything with out the moon sugar now.
"She can't do it, its impossible." One of the other cast members said. The little brat was her understudy, like Mallory needed an understudy. That girl thought she could sing but was more acurate to say she was just really good at carrying Mallories bag. If that brat thought she couldn't do it she would. Mallory stood up her head only slightly spinning. "Hold it up." Ragu help up a champagne glass. Mallory did her best to guess the distance he was standing and the size of the glass. With how blurry her vision is she may have to try several notes.
She breathed in deeply and starting and to resonate a full chested note. She rose the note a half step at a time until the glass shatterred. Everyone clapped and laughed.
The brat spoke againk, "I can hit that note too, you said she could break it first note."
Mallory fumed at such insolence. If her vision wasn't so blurry she could have measured better, "Another one." Ragu found another glass and held it up. She breathed in and sang shattering the glass first note. "Fill it with something." Ragu put brandy in it. Mallory licked her lips inhaled and sang a slightly different note adjusting for the volume of the brandy causing the glass to shatter on the first note. Every laughed and cheered except the brat.
Mallory took note of all the glasses in the room and stumpled around taking the corks off of corked bottles as everyone laughed and started to go on with their party. If that brat thinks she can sing like me. Mallory began singing each not perfectly calculated to shatter a different glass in the room at the various distance and volumne of liquid. The notes she sang did not work together for musical harmony but they broke every glass containter in the room in order starting from her immediate left circling around the room and ending with the glass the brat was holding.
Everyone was silent and Mallory's voice was raw her chest devoid of breath. They all just blinked and looked up at her their ears must have been ringing from all those high Cs she hit. The look on the brat's face was hilarious. Mallory began to giggle and then laugh. She laughed so hard that the room began to spin and she fell down. She must have looked so clumpsy the thought of it made her laugh even more and soon the whole room was laughing.
The party ended, and she went back to her room. WIth out doubt Ragu was going to want to spend the night with her. That boy dressed well and while he couldn't keep up with her vocally he could sing in his own right, but she was too messed up to play with him tonight. She was tired and thought about sleeping. She both loved and hated the dreams that sleeping brought.
She was alwas misunderstood and unappreciated. Her talent never recognized or praised as it should be until she found the Balad of Darkness. He seemed so dark and powerful, she related to the character and even leaned on it for strength. Through he struggles she felt much like Darkness. The coven found her and brought her in. They were dark and beautiful powerful and for the first time appreciated her gift as it should be. But it went too far. It was not a song or a ballad, real people really died, Real monsters really shredded the flesh from real people who did nothing to them. And real paladins went in to kill every one of them. She was grateful to be rescued from the world she had fallen too deeply into but she also missed it - especially her.
Thinking about Tatyana alway made her happy. The Paladins had with out a doubt killed her and that was perhaps the greatest tragedy of all. Lately she had start to dream of her again. There was also another, one who taught her songs to sing. One who in her dreams she had loved many times. He was beautiful in the dark entrancing way, she loved him, but he frightenned her. Would she ever escape the dark world of her past? did she want to?
Then he spoke. He voice rang through her room calling for her. It was unfortunate that Ragu chose the same moment to try and come to her room. He started spewing sonnets about how she was beautiful blah blah blah. He confused the loved they had i the play with her true affection, though he was good for nights at a time she grew tired of his need to be with her. And now the voice called her. It was different than in the dreams it felt real.
She wasn't asleep so it must have been the moon sugar. But she moved forward as if compelled. It was the same figure from her dreams wearing his mask and his eye pierced her soul beckoning her to follow wherever he may lead. THe moonsugar certainly was working on her mind as the cnaldels moved and the bowels of the opera house seemed to live.
http://youtu.be/Ej1zMxbhOO0
(Could not embed the video must go to youtube to watch)
Numb yet more alive than she had ever been she sat paralyzed by fear a looked up at the phantom she called him. He spoke and in her mind she heard his beautiful words turn to music.
She did sleep. But their visit did not stop. He taught her new songs. Songs that could captivate souls, Songs that would use every once of her ability and songs that would get her the recognition she deserved. And most importantly it was what the phantom wanted.
"She can't do it, its impossible." One of the other cast members said. The little brat was her understudy, like Mallory needed an understudy. That girl thought she could sing but was more acurate to say she was just really good at carrying Mallories bag. If that brat thought she couldn't do it she would. Mallory stood up her head only slightly spinning. "Hold it up." Ragu help up a champagne glass. Mallory did her best to guess the distance he was standing and the size of the glass. With how blurry her vision is she may have to try several notes.
She breathed in deeply and starting and to resonate a full chested note. She rose the note a half step at a time until the glass shatterred. Everyone clapped and laughed.
The brat spoke againk, "I can hit that note too, you said she could break it first note."
Mallory fumed at such insolence. If her vision wasn't so blurry she could have measured better, "Another one." Ragu found another glass and held it up. She breathed in and sang shattering the glass first note. "Fill it with something." Ragu put brandy in it. Mallory licked her lips inhaled and sang a slightly different note adjusting for the volume of the brandy causing the glass to shatter on the first note. Every laughed and cheered except the brat.
Mallory took note of all the glasses in the room and stumpled around taking the corks off of corked bottles as everyone laughed and started to go on with their party. If that brat thinks she can sing like me. Mallory began singing each not perfectly calculated to shatter a different glass in the room at the various distance and volumne of liquid. The notes she sang did not work together for musical harmony but they broke every glass containter in the room in order starting from her immediate left circling around the room and ending with the glass the brat was holding.
Everyone was silent and Mallory's voice was raw her chest devoid of breath. They all just blinked and looked up at her their ears must have been ringing from all those high Cs she hit. The look on the brat's face was hilarious. Mallory began to giggle and then laugh. She laughed so hard that the room began to spin and she fell down. She must have looked so clumpsy the thought of it made her laugh even more and soon the whole room was laughing.
The party ended, and she went back to her room. WIth out doubt Ragu was going to want to spend the night with her. That boy dressed well and while he couldn't keep up with her vocally he could sing in his own right, but she was too messed up to play with him tonight. She was tired and thought about sleeping. She both loved and hated the dreams that sleeping brought.
She was alwas misunderstood and unappreciated. Her talent never recognized or praised as it should be until she found the Balad of Darkness. He seemed so dark and powerful, she related to the character and even leaned on it for strength. Through he struggles she felt much like Darkness. The coven found her and brought her in. They were dark and beautiful powerful and for the first time appreciated her gift as it should be. But it went too far. It was not a song or a ballad, real people really died, Real monsters really shredded the flesh from real people who did nothing to them. And real paladins went in to kill every one of them. She was grateful to be rescued from the world she had fallen too deeply into but she also missed it - especially her.
Thinking about Tatyana alway made her happy. The Paladins had with out a doubt killed her and that was perhaps the greatest tragedy of all. Lately she had start to dream of her again. There was also another, one who taught her songs to sing. One who in her dreams she had loved many times. He was beautiful in the dark entrancing way, she loved him, but he frightenned her. Would she ever escape the dark world of her past? did she want to?
Then he spoke. He voice rang through her room calling for her. It was unfortunate that Ragu chose the same moment to try and come to her room. He started spewing sonnets about how she was beautiful blah blah blah. He confused the loved they had i the play with her true affection, though he was good for nights at a time she grew tired of his need to be with her. And now the voice called her. It was different than in the dreams it felt real.
She wasn't asleep so it must have been the moon sugar. But she moved forward as if compelled. It was the same figure from her dreams wearing his mask and his eye pierced her soul beckoning her to follow wherever he may lead. THe moonsugar certainly was working on her mind as the cnaldels moved and the bowels of the opera house seemed to live.
http://youtu.be/Ej1zMxbhOO0
(Could not embed the video must go to youtube to watch)
Numb yet more alive than she had ever been she sat paralyzed by fear a looked up at the phantom she called him. He spoke and in her mind she heard his beautiful words turn to music.
She did sleep. But their visit did not stop. He taught her new songs. Songs that could captivate souls, Songs that would use every once of her ability and songs that would get her the recognition she deserved. And most importantly it was what the phantom wanted.
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