Delilah walked across the stage after a quick stop in the back to drag a plain stool out from the wings. After getting it positioned where she wanted it, she sat down and laid the cane on the floor before taking the microphone out of the stand.
"I know the sign says that I'm not going to be performing for a while, and it's true. But I was here for dinner, and someone who hasn't had the opportunity to hear me sing requested that I do. I'm afraid that the band is currently on leave and due to this being short notice, I hope you'll forgive that I'm needing to rely on pre-recorded tracks for the music. I've chosen a song I've done several times now, and two new ones for tonight's impromptu performance."
She pulled the remote for the sound system out of her pocket and turned it on, tucking it away as the opening notes began to fill the room.
"We said goodbye, tried our hand at magic, but we couldn't make us disappear. Not a day goes by I don't wish I still had you, so in a way, I'm glad you're still here.
"It's a bittersweet victory, loving the ghost in front of me. Now I can't laugh, can't cry. And I can't run, can't hide. What do I gotta do? What do I gotta do to keep you? What do I gotta do to keep you from doing this to me?"
Her voice was stronger than it had been, the knowledge that the song no longer reflected her subconsciously lending itself to her being able to sing it with a fuller passion.