Sing for me. (Tag Taryn)
Oct 7, 2012 18:23:25 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2012 18:23:25 GMT -5
The lean brunette was humming the song, "Think of Me" from Phantom of the Opera. It had felt like an eternity since she had last listened to the song and it had been requested to be sang for a benefit concert she was part of. As she walked down the sidewalk, she had a man tailing her a distance away, a body guard. She really rather hated them, but her agent insisted. She held the broken, un-opening pocket watch in her hand as her brown boots clicked against the ground. She wore a blue dress with a wide leather belt around her waist. A cream colored trench coat blew behind her mimicking a cape. The snow falling gracefully around her really made her seem like she might be in the wrong era completely. Her voice pierced through the night air on the empty street, "Recall those days, look back on all those times Think of those things we'll never do There will never be a day When I won't think of you." Her voice reached a fantastic cresendo from relatively no where.
Turning her head up to the sky she smiled a bit as the snow fell. An early snow, but Nana loved the snow. Something about it just pleased her, the tingling sensation on her cheeks and the tip of her nose as they got cold. The flush coming to her cheeks from the wind. Her head tilted to the side, feeling an urge to go to a restaurant nearby. It was a slow night. As winter came people got more and more scared of the strange goings on near Christmas. People began panicking earlier and earlier every year. Her head tilted to the side, seeing the restaurant. Suddenly she felt that sharp feeling in her stomach of hunger. Glancing back to her lingering entourage she waved him off, "I'll be fine, love. Go home, I'm just going to pop in for a bite." After a bit more urging she got rid of the bodyguard.
Nana walked into the pub and slipped her coat off, hanging it on the hook by the door. She shook the light bits of snow from her black hair and moved to a table. All of this felt... instinctive. Something she didn't have control of that was just coming to her as something understood. Well, not understood. She didn't git it, but it just felt like it had to happen. There was someone here, this very day, in this very pub that she needed to meet. The singing was rising to her ears ever so softly, drawing her attention to this place. Nothing like it was when she saw that blue box, or the man with the strange tool, but nonetheless, the singing was pulling her here.
Turning her head up to the sky she smiled a bit as the snow fell. An early snow, but Nana loved the snow. Something about it just pleased her, the tingling sensation on her cheeks and the tip of her nose as they got cold. The flush coming to her cheeks from the wind. Her head tilted to the side, feeling an urge to go to a restaurant nearby. It was a slow night. As winter came people got more and more scared of the strange goings on near Christmas. People began panicking earlier and earlier every year. Her head tilted to the side, seeing the restaurant. Suddenly she felt that sharp feeling in her stomach of hunger. Glancing back to her lingering entourage she waved him off, "I'll be fine, love. Go home, I'm just going to pop in for a bite." After a bit more urging she got rid of the bodyguard.
Nana walked into the pub and slipped her coat off, hanging it on the hook by the door. She shook the light bits of snow from her black hair and moved to a table. All of this felt... instinctive. Something she didn't have control of that was just coming to her as something understood. Well, not understood. She didn't git it, but it just felt like it had to happen. There was someone here, this very day, in this very pub that she needed to meet. The singing was rising to her ears ever so softly, drawing her attention to this place. Nothing like it was when she saw that blue box, or the man with the strange tool, but nonetheless, the singing was pulling her here.