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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 7:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 10:41 am
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Danielle nodded her head as they played, foot tapping with the beat. It was an upbeat song, and performed well, the crowd set into a hyper mood. When it ended, and they left the stage, the woman's manager patted her on the back. Stagehands rushed to get instruments into place, swarming across the stage as the lights were down.
Danielle had requested to do one of her less known songs, and that they leave the lights on when she walked onto the stage. She had a bad habit of tripping over things in the dark. She represented France, which hadn't been done in a while, and people in the audience whispered ever so slightly. A black piano sat idle in the center of the stage.
Stepping out, white heels tapped on the black floor quietly, her skirts shuffling as she sat on the bench. Danielle tapped one of the keys, and breathed out slowly. She began playing, a slower, serene type that echoed outwards from the stage. Her melodic voice carried along with it, into an intriguing harmony.
Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVFLo5-8Bwg
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 7:52 am
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The song quietly finished, the crowd more relaxed and attentive. Danielle stood, walking around the piano with ease. She stared out, gentle susurrations mingling in waves along people seated below her. She bowed her head, and smiled.
"Adieu. Until tomorrow. I thank you for coming out to see all the wonderful performances." A few people were shocked. Many of the performers could only speak what they had been taught as a child, the words of their country. Beside the whisper of French dialect on her tongue, every man and woman who spoke the international language understood. Some one farther in the crowd whistled, and a few others laughed.
Danielle turned to walk off the stage when she stumbled on some dark wire, hidden in the shadows of oddly angled lights. She caught herself, and, back stiff as a soldier, continued her walk across the stage. She disappeared off the side.
(Had you quoted me, I would have gotten to this a lot sooner.)
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