Deirdre Winters; The Snow Queen (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} snow_bees) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
Deirdre frowned as one of the musicians caught her eye and smiled. He didn't seem familiar, except in the way that she'd noticed other Bellum residents seemed to stick out in their situation here. In fact, she was pretty sure that he was attempting to say something about the building. Which meant that she wasn't alone in this strange time.
He wasn't of any help to her though, back with the musicians as he was. She turned slowly, looking out at the crowd that was already gathering for the party. There were no familiar faces there, either.
The man was still hissing at her from off-stage, when she finally realized that the song the musicians were playing was familiar to her. A memory invaded of her sitting with Kyle when he was a baby, Alan's music in the background, words coming back to her if she concentrated. She was no sort of professional singer, but if this was another strange task from the building, she was going to get it done so she could go home.
She stepped closer to the microphone and began to sing, voice quiet and still unsure, but the tune was true even when she couldn't remember the words.