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Terri Nutkins
"Yeah, I can do that," Terri replies to helping out Neil. She looks to the stage and back again. "Mind if I just use the mic to get people organised? I'll be dead quick."
At his final question, she shrugged but did giggle at Rick's comment. "Oh, shut up, you loved it. No, I thought tonight I'd go back to singing. Its been a while. Not sure on the song yet, but something different."
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Kaito smiled to see Nightfall was in. Hoping tonight would be another chance to see his mime act she approached him. Not wanting to interupt his conversation she waited.
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Presence
Striking Looks
Goodwill"Sure go ahead," Neil replied.
He glanced at the microphone himself, as if debating still on his performance, and turned back to see Kaito.
"Hey," he said, in way of greeting.
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"Hey Nightfall, hows things going? I would like to register for a bit of karaoke. I won't win but it will be fun." She smiles
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Terri Nutkins
With a parting smile, Terri turned to Rick and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll be right back. Could you grab me a drink please, hun?" she asks before heading up to the stage and taking the microphone in hand.
"Hello all, good evening and, on behalf of Mr. Neil Fields, the owner and proprietor, welcome to Glissade," Terri began, looking to
the Fairest with a smile before addressing the growing audience once more. "The competition will be starting shortly but before it does, could all performers please make their way over to the stage where you can register your name and what your act will be. Thank you for listening, and good luck everybody." The petite redhead stepped away from the mic before taking a seat nearby, removing a pen and small notepad from her purse, ready for those who are performing to register.
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"Hiya!" Al-Adin says to Bianca and Andrew. "OHH CHOCOLATE! Yui you are awesome!" He scarfs down the chocolate.
And then Terri makes the announcmeent, and Al-Adin has work to do.
"Gotta go sing, be right back."
A hop, skip spin and twist and he's managed to traverse almost too much ground to sign up for the register, where he puts down his name and his act. Then a few more controtions and he's back with his original group.
"This is going to be great!"
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Striking Looks
GoodwillA very pretty blonde slips into Glissade and signs up to perform. If her current activity is practice, she'll be blowing large chewing gum bubbles.
Nightfall
"Errrr... it's Neil," Neil corrected Kaito. "Here, at least."
Looking at the Winter courtier, he realized what he was going to perform.
"You know... ummm, I'm sorry i gotta jet."
A few long strides took him up to the mic that Terri had just left.
"Hey, hello, I'm Neil. I'm going to kick this thing off with a song, since someone has to be first," he said, grinning. The smile became serious as he continued, "This is for a friend that couldn't be here."
Taking a few deep breaths, he began tapping his foot to get a rhythm; eschewing the karaoke machine, going a capella. His voice came out clear, but soft, and he slowed the tempo of the song slightly as he sang.
"This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looked so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles
Now how many days in a year
She woke up with hope
But she only found tears
And I can be so insincere
Making her promises never for real
As long as she stands there waiting
Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes
Now how many days disappear
When you look in the mirror
So how do you choose
Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say
This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looked so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles
This is the story of a girl
Whose pretty face she hid from the world
And while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
This is the story of a - girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looked so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles
When she smiles!"
Matt Kelly
Matt smiles at what he knows his sister is about to do and simply shakes his head as he imagines Emily attacking the Karaoke machine before he has a chance to belt out some Journey. Actually that was probably what she was going to end up doing, the Glorious Blood Talon launching a preemptive attack to stop the believing before it began.
"Hey I'm Matt, this is my sister Emily." He nods in greeting toward Brenn the poet. "Emily here is a great poet and storyteller but I don't think she is going to be reciting any Shakespeare today."
He offers his best roguish Fraternity boy grin to the girls. "I should probably go sign us up and warn the six fingered man that he's in serious trouble." And introduce myself to that blond ...
Patrick Donovan
The Darkling had been considering moving over towards the main collection of Lost, after all even Kaito was there, but decided to keep his distance for now. He was feeling rather morose, a mood that sometimes over took him when he was writing, and did not wish to bring down the group with his emotions. It seemed that every so often he reached a little too deeply into his experiences and found another memory of his Durance he was not quite ready to face completely.
In the back of his mind he hears a Boston accent and Patrick hears the voice of his cousin, a Harvard senior offering advice on the difference between Radcliffe girls and Wellesley girls to a nervous freshman. Namely that you took out the Wellesley girl and invited the Radcliffe girl over after the first had returned to her dorm. The memory brings a smile to his face and improves his mood, causing him to move towards where Terri was talking down the names.
Patrick wondered about his ability to follow Nightfall ... errr Neil ... and figured that he would just embarrass himself ... and ... and nothing. His cousin who William had always looked up to had never worried about following anyone.
He clears his throat politely when near the table, he realized that Darklings could sometimes seem to blend into the scenery and asks his fellow Autumn a question. "Pardon me Terri but I am wondering about the song range of your karaoke machine. I am specifically thinking about a song by an Irish band called the ..." He almost blushes, since as an Irish speaker himself he understands that the name came from a term not usually spoken in polite company "... The Pogues." The name is almost said in a whisper.
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Animus finds Triquetra's hand and gives it a short squeeze as he glances around the club, eyes momentarily going unfocused in memory. "Been a long time since I've been here." Before he can get too lost in the past, however, one of Triquetra's little dance sequences draws his attention back. "I hope you weren't considering going up there all by your lonesome."
At Adin's outburst, the Thyrsus breaks into a grin. "Never get between a man and his chocolates. Hey Al, how's life treating you?"
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Joshua entered Glissade and nervously cast his eyes about. The only people he recognized were Triq and Animus--ahem, Bianca and Andrew. He let himself hope that they might be the only magi who came tonight, that he might be able to keep this to just the three of them; but that relief quickly came crashing down. Even if that were true this was going to be so hard. So, so hard.
A tiny red-headed woman was up front with a notepad. Looked like that was his first stop. Joshua headed towards the stage to register while listening to the tail end of the song being sung. Not his type of music at all, truth be told, but the man had a hell of a voice.
Oh this was going to be a mistake.
A Little Friendly Competition
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