Adair (god_forsaken) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-05-19 22:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | adair, rose |
Who: Adair and Open!
What: A one-woman concert for a non-existent audience
Where: The Bigtop
When: Very late, after all the guests are gone
Rating: TBD
The Savannah night was ripe with spring scents and the weighted atmosphere of an approaching storm. It was thick with honeysuckle, magnolia, and history... old wood, old brick and old blood--all of it wafted on the electrically charged moisture in the wind. That wind coiled through the open flap of the Dark Carnival's main tent; large and looming and mostly silent, now that the patrons had gone on their merry way.
Inside, it carried the sounds of a piano through the echoing chasm. Delicate notes, lightly plucked by long, elegant, cold fingers, and dusted by wisps of gold-red hair. Adair sat poised over the keys of the instrument, hidden away from the stands and the rings, and only used on occasion with the bands and scores--but it was the proprietress's favorite.
The song was soon joined by her voice--haunted and scraped by ageless vocal chords in a smooth, smokey ribbon of soprano. Not many knew Adair liked to sing. Even fewer knew that she actually could. It was among her few escapes from a world she often didn't instantly know how to deal with--a little alone time she could look forward to, even if it was brief.