Well, we're all in the mood for a melody...

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[The Tavern of Hell]
[It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, February 6 (day 251)]

...and the regular crowd rushes in. And I know the faces you see at the bar, making love to their tonic and gin.

Humming along with the jukebox, and the room's not too crowded, but it's full enough that I can step back and around the people crossing to their table or the bar and if it isn't what they would call dancing it's a movement that makes me smile. The Market was good to me today, and I am wearing my brown mask, but I have pinned a quartet of small bronze ribbons to one side, and brushed them back. They are a little darker than my hair, and it pleases me to have them there, reminds me of places and parties where people took delight in the subtleties of a mask.

I imagine this is how other women feel when they paint their faces, and I smile.

"Do you have cider, cher?" I say to the man behind the bar, slipping onto one of the stools and drawing myself up, appraising him. Audience and player at once, what a delight. "Something that tastes like there could be spring again, something to match the air today."

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[damien-dw.livejournal.com]

Wanda takes another sip and the softly she starts to sing, it's very quiet so nobody except me and maybe somebody standing real close to us can hear it. I do my best to memorize the tune. Yeah, think I can work with that. The smile she gives as she lays her hand on her stomach is much happier than the earlier ones. Makes me feel better.

Okay Damien... here's the easiest way to do this. Think of a song, any song...Get it in your head, the lyrics, the harmony, the melody, but don't tell me. She says, her eyes dancing. I have to smile back even as I'm a bit confused. Sounds like one of those old mentalist card tricks, but I'm willing to give it a try. "alright..." I wanna know what the trick id but I'll willing to wait and see. hope she can pull it off.

Several possibilities come and go through my mind but one stays and I let my mind fill with Roxane...

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

He's grinning but dubious. Oh, yes, I forgot how much fun it was to pull out music from people's heads for teh fun of it.

I open up and for a moment I hear everyone, and it's an effort to narrow it down to just Damien, but I do. He goes through a mental rolodex, and I smile and wait until...

yes, he's got one now. I cock my head and listen for a moment, then grin like the cat that caught the canary.

" loved you since I knew you, I wouldn't talk down to you, I have to tell you just how I feel, I won't share you with another boy. I know my mind is made up, So put away your make up! Told you once I won't tell you again it's a bad way...

Laugh at the look on his face. "I do like that one, but I prefer "Message in a Bottle". And am I mistaken or did you consider "Space Oddity" for a moment?"

[damien-dw.livejournal.com]

It seems like her eyes unfocus a bit and she just listens, smiling, her cocks to one side and she grins in triumph, then starts to sing along to the song in my head. How did she know?

She's laughing at me but I don't care, I like her laugh and the way it makes her eyes sparkle. I do like that one, but I prefer "Message in a Bottle". And am I mistaken or did you consider "Space Oddity" for a moment?

I'm amazed all over again, I DID think about 'Space Oddity' even let a bit of it play in my head. I shake my head in wonder, "No, you're not wrong. Wanda,that's- you're amazing!"

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

"No, you're not wrong. Wanda,that's- you're amazing!"

I wave my hand dismissively. "It's not big deal, just a little quirk I have." I sigh, realizing now that I am not concentrating just on Damien, everyone is flitering in. They're all so loud, it seems. Love, desire, wariness, caution, eagerness... even the imp hears it all, I think, for she is flipping around like a jumping bean. At least she's excited, I think. "Shhh, darling, shhhhh..." I croon, stroking my stomach as I tune out the noise. She almost seems upset that I turned the music off. I wonder why.

"Anyway, all you have to do is think of the song, and I'll hear it. Sound good to you?" I ask, smiling and finishing my whiskey.

[damien-dw.livejournal.com]

She's dismissive of it, probably because it's not amazing to her. It's not big deal, just a little quirk I have. She sighs and then rubs her stomach and croon a little to the baby inside her. Shhh, darling, shhhhh...

Then she turns to me with a smile, Anyway, all you have to do is think of the song, and I'll hear it. Sound good to you? I nod. "Sure! I wish that trick of yours worked both ways, would be very handy for building sets on the fly or jam sessions." She finishes off her drink and I give her smile and stand up.

"Shall we go up to the stage and get settled in while we decide what to play for them?"

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"Sure! I wish that trick of yours worked both ways, would be very handy for building sets on the fly or jam sessions."

I laugh a little at that. "Well, it'll work well enough for tonight, until we get a feel for the crowd."

Damien smiles and rises.

"Shall we go up to the stage and get settled in while we decide what to play for them?" Grab my meade and rise as well.

"Lead on." And I follow him to the stage.