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"I did." She responded with a warm little glow. "T'was short, but nice. Spent lotsa time learnin' to turn her head with the fiddle." She gave a playful bit of a smirk at that, figuring he might know a thing or two about what she said next. "Useful skill that is, bein' able to turn a head with a tune. But t'was good. Her Da' was not a big fan, for what's obvious reasonin', but t'wasn't like I didn't know that goin' in I s'pose." It wasn't the happiest of endings, but Sadie didn't seem troubled by it any. It was a good time while it had gone on and it ended when it did.
Like everything did. She slammed shut the door on the thought real quick, chasing it away with a sip of her drink to keep her shine from dulling. "Might do with a trip to church then, haven't been to the Big Boss' place in a bit." Mostly on account of folks in there seemed to take a special dislike to her when she did. She tried not to let it bother her any, usually just choosing to go late, but eventually the notion had just gotten lost on the side of the road. It didn't make it any easier having to do things that really, you kinda hope no one on high saw you do.
But...well, maybe that too was somethin' her life had been missing she hadn't thought about.
She was glad there was a story to follow then, and when he got to the bit about forgettin' how to fiddle, she just let loose this small, knowing, little giggle. She knew that feeling all too well, when a crowd, in particular a pretty face all smilin' at you, could make you too dumb to play a single not. Picturing Misha like that? T'was a precious picture in her head. More and more she was getting the thinking she quite liked this one, that they was the same in a way.
It was what made her look just pleased as punch when he talked about his date night. Would be heart all fluttery and eyes that clear said Awwww, even if Sadie her said not a word for a second or so. "Well don't that just sound like a lovely evenin' then? An I really appreciate you passin' the word along for me. Thank you Misha." 'Cause it was good to use names and be personal with people,s he thought. Well, and 'cause she really did appreciate what he'd done. Really it was a bigger thing than she could articulate.
Which part of her also avoided because, well, naming it meant hoping for it and that just...she wasn't there. Not yet. No matter how good this here felt. Still, it was enough cause for her to give this place a real shot, more than she had anywhere else she'd been at least.
It was more to be swept aside while Sadie took a moment to sip her drink and think on another story to share. She wanted something of interest, something she might not have shared with the world at large.
"So, when I first took to traveling, was around this time. Here I figured, I'd go south yeah? Warm I figure was better if..." She had to pause to consider her words, a reflex habit and one she quickly cast aside on the presumption that Misha understood. "...If maybe dry housin's not a promise." She thought that was a good way to put it. "So I end up stumblin' into this Ren Faire, is the long and short of it. Me, this tiny thing what's never had a drop to drink and, well, lets just say I end up learnin' a lot." It was a very abridged version of the story, but it was arguably the place she'd hung around the longest since the whole traveling venture had started.
"So. First week there, my playin' gets some notice an I get asked to come on with some of the folks who're performin' out there. There's fancy costumes and the like even, and money." The fact that they hadn't seem bothered by Sadie had also been her first big clue that maybe her music could do more for her than she thought. "So I agree, 'cause why not yeah? There's rehearsals which is mostly just partyin' and folks singing and playing whatever they like, and then there's me. Actually practicin' cause I don't know the slightest bit about what's all goin' on over there."
Cheeks got a little pink at remembering how she used to be, but it was gone quickly behind another sip to break up the story.