((Preparation for IC post with mun account 8D))
She appeared on the stage of the night club, looking pretty much like a night performer, a black dress, her hair down around her face, slightly curled. She took a hold of the mic and
started to sing.
"I'm gonna make you bend and break (it sent you to me without wings)
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show (let the good times roll, let the good times roll)
And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that makes the words come to life
Who does he think he is (if that's the worst you got better put your fingers back to the keys)"
Ringing out her voice came through loud and clear. The emotion behind her voice, perhaps it came attached with a bad ex-boyfriend or behind bad memories themselves that she was trying to move past. Either way, she might not have had the best voice, but it came with passion.
Her voice never wavered in the song.
"One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter"
She closed her eyes for a brief moment and held up a finger to symbolize the number one. And she wagged the finger slightly before pulling it back towards her hair and running it through her locks.
"One night yeah and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See, He tastes like you only sweeter
ooooooooh"
Her lips curved into a smile and she brought her hand out again, palm upwards, out towards the crowd.
"Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball"
It must have been a good slight of hand trick, for in her hands did appear a crystal ball, flickering and overwhelmingly covered in clouds.
"It's always cloudy except for (except for)
When you look into the past (look into the past)
One night stand
One night stands out!"
Her voice rang, echoed rather, her own magic, her passion, sweat and tears she'd shed. When she'd sung about looking into the past, the crystal ball vanished from her hand and her arm fell to her waist, gripping her dress slightly.
"One night, and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter"
Sweet memories pouring through her mind, sad memories pouring through her mind, though her throat felt dry as she hadn't sung so hard or so long in a good while, but still she pushed through.
"One night, yeah one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See, He tastes like you only sweeter"
She pointed her finger out once more at the crowd, her smile now a wicked grin.
"They say I only think in the form of
Crunching numbers in hotel rooms
Collecting page six lovers
Get me out of my mind
Gets you out of those clothes
I'm a line away from
Getting you into the mood (wa-ooooohhh)"
She was healing her wounds, little by little, finding her strength, and that voice carried into the song. If only she could give that more to Chris.
"One night, One more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter"
What was sweeter? She couldn't say. But something in her did believe this would be better.
"One night, Yeah One more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See, He taste like you only sweeter"
Her hand clasped together, a symbolic gesture, gathering the scattered memories and thoughts together.
"One more night and one more time
thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
he tastes like you only sweeter"
Her eyes glared out across the crowd and she opened her hand, as if releasing whatever she'd gathered.
"One night, One more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See, he tastes like you only sweeter"
She still had room to grow, but something inside her bloomed.
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