|Heather Lisinski (irradiated_ants) wrote in ridgewayresort,|
@ 2010-06-01 21:43:00
|Entry tags:||!open, heather lisinski|
Part 2 of A little glitz and glamor never hurt.
Who: Heather, Open, Narrative-ish(in at least three parts if no one tags part 2 of 3)
What: The first time stepping on the stage in the Ice Room, when she didn't have to fix anything. (Part 2 to this)
When: A Saturday Night(back dated to May 24th)
Where: The Ice Room
Rating: Med for language
To say she was surprised at the applause she got would be an understatement. She knew she had hammed it up just a little, but it had been necessary to hide how nervous she'd been. After a moment or two she found a microphone that she'd lain down in an obscure corner of the stage.
Switching it on the spotlight lit back up. She gave everyone her best smile possible. "Thanks, I have to say for a first shot you guys make me feel pretty good. I want to thank all my friends for being here and supporting me in this off the wall endeavor."She caught the eye of each one, grinning at Harley for her enthusiasm. "And I thank all of you guys too, for siting here and listening to my impression of Barbara Streisand. I'm going to take a short break to get something to drink and put something a little lighter on. You wont believe how heavy these sequins are. But I'll be right back, consider this an intermission, sorry I don't have any dancing snacks to keep you entertained." She bowed forward her hair tossing over the top of her head before jerked back up.
A little pop followed as she shut the microphone off, and set it back down, yet this time in the middle of the stage. The spotlight winked out yet again, as she shuffled back behind the curtain.
Heather wasted very little time once she was hidden by the thick fabric. She did just as she said, in record time she was dressed in a white empire wasted, sleeveless gown. The top layer was a thin filmy chiffon that moved as she did, the lower layer was a clingy satin, she swapped the platforms for strappy silver spiked heals. She wouldn't be doing as much dancing around on the next song so stability was not a problem.
The song was an emotional one for her, so she tucked a tissue into her dress where it wouldn't be seen yet easily reached. After raking her fingers through her hair, separating the curls a little more, she parted the curtain and stepped out onto the stage. The spot light came on as she strode to where she had sat the microphone, the remote to cue the music inches from it. Taking both up she moved to center stage.
"I have to apologize ahead of time, this song might get me a little weepy. But I my voice hasn't cracked yet! This is 'On My Own' from the musical Les Miserables." She pronounced the name Leyh Mizerahb. Dragging out a mic stand she slipped the microphone into the sleeve. Pushing a button on the remote to cue up the music, dropping it beside the stand-with a light 'clack'- once she was through with it.
"And now I'm all alone again. Nowhere to turn, no one to go to." The line was delivered a little quickly, only pausing long enough on 'to' to draw it out a moment. "Without a home, without a friend without a face to say hello to." This was delivered with the same quickness as the first, the 'to' held for a shorter time. "But now the night is near," 'near' drawn out in a deep note. "And I can make-believe he's here."
"Sometimes I walk alone at night, hen everybody else is sleeping." Again the line was delivered quickly, none of the words drawn out. "I think of him and then I'm happy with the company I'm keeping." She paused for a breath. "The city goes to bed," pausing she glanced around at the audience. "And I can live inside my head," closing her eyes briefly.
"On my own" Her eyes opened again as her gaze shifted to the empty place on her left. "Pretending he's beside me."
"All alone I walk with him 'til morning"
"Without him, I feel his arms around me" Her own arms wrapped over her chest, in a lonely embrace. "And when I lose my way, I close my eyes and he has found me." Her eyes closed, her head tilted to the right just a little.
"In the rain" She paused for a moment, her eyes opening yet again. "The pavement shines like silver. All the lights are misty in the river."
"In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight. And all I see is him and me forever and forever." Shaking her head at the last three words.
"And I know it's only in my mind." Her hand lifted over her chest her fingers pumping against her heart. "That I'm talking to myself and not to him" Her hand slowly dropped back down to her side. "And although I know that he is blind! Still I say there's a way for us." Her fingers curling into fists down at her sides.
"I love him." She couldn't help the light of realization from coming to her features. It was a sad realization. "But when the night is over, he is gone. The river's just a river." She felt sting of wetness line her lower lids and thanked god for waterproof makeup. "Without him, the world around me changes." There would be no way for the guests and her friends alike to hear the emotion in the held note. Yet her voice did not break, just as she promised."The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers."
"I love him." She said with such conviction that no one would doubt what she said was true. "But every day I'm learning. All my life I've only been pretending!" She had kept from blinking to that moment, to keep the tears at bay. "Without me, his world will go on turning! A world is full of happiness that I have never known!" Her voice shuttered softly on 'known' as she held it for a full minute. Her eyes closed and those tears she held at bay rolled down her cheeks.
"I love him" He voice dropped to a whisper.
"I love him" It was barely picked up by the microphone.
"I love him..." Even lighter her voice was.
"But only on my own..." Though light, her voice held conviction. And the spot light winked out.