| The Morning Show. |
[May. 17th, 2009|10:13 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &ilmare&ulmo, &salmar&ulmo, @gondolin:estella's, @ulmonan, @unknown, danielle, georgia, ilmare, manwe, salmar, ulmo | ] |
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...I don't know, I was just surprised that the winning region submitted a song for the Belerivision Song Contest. Was that a bit of an unfair advantage? I mean, this contest hasn't been about music for a long time. I expected insane, surreal dance routines involving mimes, breakdancers, sequined body-suits and burlesque dancers. I expected broken Sindarin sung in an appalling Noldorin accent. I expected the Telerin regions to vote for eachother, I expected the Noldorin regions to vote for eachother, I expected the mortal regions to get nul points. I expected tuneless wailing.
I didn't expect an actual song. It's a catchy to the point of irritation, insidious, brain worm of a song, but it's a song nevertheless. That just came out of left-field. Am I reading this wrong? Let me know what you think after I play the winning entry. Again. Because I'm contractually obliged to. |
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[May. 17th, 2009|11:02 pm] |
*makes it to Day 5 of his stay in rehab and thinks he might be due a visit from Ecthelion but hasn't quite figured out the pattern yet (Is there a pattern?)* *has two notes and the dimmest memory of two visits (or, rather, the reassurance from the clinic staff that "that tall gentleman" has been by every day) but is not quite convinced*
*worries at the string around his finger as he loiters down by the clinic entrance, eyed by the guards (who think he's going to stage some sort of escape) and eyed by the nursing staff (who are trying to give him his daily meds)*
*curls his fingers around the two notes (neatly folded in his back pocket) and watches the door, in preparation for another day of He loves me / He loves me not* *is determined, at least, not to be too sedated so that he might remember what happens today (so that he might pour over it later tonight, the way he pours over the two notes to extricate some meaning that may not even be there between the words and the dry -Ecthelion signed at the end of both and the phone number that probably does not mean Call me)* |
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hopeful