Re: Carnival: Sadie M & Damian W + Misha B + Open
"Well, I think a bit about performing is everybody gets to know everybody just a little." She replied quietly, though she clearly understood his point without error. He didn't want her to play for him, he wanted her to play as though she were looking out at a room full of people she sought to get moving around and ready to part with money real quick like.
It was something she'd clearly understood about what he'd said, what little of it there had been so far.
Truth be told, in no mistake was it a blessing seeing Misha come walking up. There'd been a fresh bath of smiles at, what she saw, as the sweetness exchanged. It was a breath of warm air too, something to thaw the worry in her veins to something past instead of present. She'd waved back, all smiles like an unashamed, 'cause such things just couldn't be helped. He was the first person she'd met here, arguably the whole reason she was even standing where she was putting on a show for the man in front of her, and seeing that hand drift to knee? Well, at least that made Sadie think there was at least something about his person she could read just then.
Honestly, Sadie didn't think she'd ever had a harder time getting a read off someone in her whole life and, if he hadn't come right out and said what he'd said, she'd have thought sure-as-anything she'd done flubbed this whole show right up front. She tried to think for a moment what she might play, and eyebrows shot clear to the top of the tent when the idea came to her. She wouldn't waste any further time, pulling her shoes and socks back on either, this time adding the washers on rubber bands that would turn her boring old sneakers into makeshift tap shoes. If Damian really wanted her to play like she was playing on the street then that's just what Sadie would do.
She was careful, checking her bow again before belt was removed and she came back to where she'd been performing. Not making noise or scuffing the washers on the bottom of her shoes wasn't an essential thing, surely she reasoned Damian was smart enough gent to figure out what they were for, but still. Sometimes folks didn't see it coming and Sadie? She sure did love the look of surprise when the things would take the place of clapping and drums while her feet worked on whatever was underneath them. There were of particular import for the next piece too -- since she also figured trying to get Damian to clap along had about as much hope as a snowman at the Devil's Slumber party.
He'd get the full treatment too. She'd skip the intro to the piece, moving right into the opening of the music more people knew than could name it. It was supposed to have several accompaniments, but Saide figured she could work those in with kicking toes, bouncing heels, and a few good stomps to get things moving. She could spring on toes, bringing her foot down harder than usual to get a nice loud clack from the metal bits and using it to push herself into another series of bounces as the iconic accelerando of the piece took full hold hold. From there, well, Sadie would just spin and spin and spin, giving up on trying to fill in the sound with her feet at all and just staying as close to the point of her toes as her shoes would allow while she played.
Being real honest with herself, Sadie thought it was one of the better times she'd played it even, but it would have been obvious to just about anyone who saw, that this was probably one of her more favorite songs to play. She wouldn't even hesitate to let it blend into the next piece and let that conclude her playing unless it seemed like she might otherwise be asked to.
So she just stood there, lowering the thing with a big smile on her face that seemed not to care how dim the world might have been some days.
"Thems --" She cleared her throat, careful to speak cleanly. "Those usually make a fair amount of people stop, weather permitting and all, plus they're just fun to play and most people find it hard not to dance to them."
Like he needs the explanation, ya' twit. Hush now.
Sadie reasoned that was good advice, and so she would follow it, choosing to listen to what might be said instead.