Re: On Stage
Theo thought he maybe sort of recognized the girl in front of the microphone from brief glimpses at the bar, the first night they'd arrived. Either way, she had such lovely hair. When she glanced around, he smiled, and tipped his hat, then mouthed "Bellum" at her. He would have liked to have mouthed more, but he knew from experience that people generally couldn't lip read entire conversations, unless they'd had a lot of practice. Theo could lip read half a conversation.
Which half? The back or the front? The left or the right?
Ah, there was that new voice again. Right in the middle, Theo thought, then Do you know how to honk this horn?
In the usual manner, one would suspect, if one knows what that usual manner might be.
Theo made an effort at blowing on the thingamabob on the whatsit horn - he'd never been much for music - but, since he lacked the proper training or even knowledge of how to hold his lips to make a sound, nothing came out. That, he reflected, was probably for the best. It would likely have been quite disharmonious.