Sadie Lynn (sirenonstrings) wrote in repose, @ 2018-01-15 13:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, burden bell, damian wainright, sadie marella |
Who: Sadie Lynn Marella and OPEN (To multiples)
What: Sadie checks the place out and maybe finds herself some work
Where: The Carnival
When: Monday 01/15: Arrives late morning, will be there all day.
Rating: TBD, Will update, assume the usual low.
Status: Open, In Progress
OOC Notes: Feel free and encouraged to snag subthreads if anybody wants 'em!
...Really, saying a lot wasn't even doing it justice. For Sadie though? Well there wasn't a single word what came to mind which was anything but good. There was plenty of reasons why too. Her busking was doing well here, better than she'd experienced in awhile really, and folks seemed plenty pleased to part with their coin for her performing. Whole bills weren't even so rare it seemed. There was even more than one account where said bills had more than one number on them, which was a whole other piece on its own. The place just had a feel to it besides, like she wasn't something to be spooked by or worried about. She'd thought, at first, it was just on account of her always playing violin and it not being so noticeable when she did. As the week had gone on though, more and more she got evidence that maybe that wasn't the case, that maybe there was something different and special about this place. Now, after everything, Sadie couldn't deny it if she tried. Since arriving she'd made not one, but two, acquaintances who didn't seem bothered by her in the slightest and who actually seemed like people she could call friends. Misha had been a bright ray of sunshine on a bouquet of flowers that had been stuck in a closet. They'd shared stories as real friends did and she'd laughed in a way she sometimes worried she was forgettin' how. That there had brought a splash of her color back, it had let her pour more of herself into her playing and it was that she put on full account when it came to how she'd met Nish. She was the nice woman who'd fed Sadie for nothing more than a song, who'd shared her tale of true woe and asked nothin' more from Sadie than the company of herself. Maybe it could have been argued that it was all the nights of eating well, of sleeping warm, of being able to bathe and wash her clothes, that made her look so lively today, but that's not where Sadie'd have put it. Not for even a second. Nope. She was bright eyed and all pep, more than her usual even. Sure enough she'd say those things didn't hurt none, but the truth? The truth was Sadie was feeling more like herself, her new self, than she had in quite awhile now. She was feeling like the way she was trying to be, that maybe somethin' out there was starting to take notice. Maybe it was a dumb thing to think, maybe it was foolish expecting God on High or the Universe in any sense of the word to consider her worthy of notice, but that wasn't the point anyway. Point was, for awhile now she'd been scraping by on who she wanted to be being the only thing she had on offer. Problem was, that which she wanted to be? Well she hadn't been there. She'd been a wrecked mess, crashing her way through life with nothing but a violin and a backpack. Now it seemed true enough that maybe she'd found her footing, that maybe she'd found a place where she might fit. If that feeling didn't just make her heart grow like the Grinch in the movie (that scene where it broke all the other heart sizes was always her favorite), and Sadie wasn't even the type of girl who needed a heart no bigger than what it already was. So this morning had seen her up early, stretching in the comfort of the motel room. She'd gone over her instrument. She'd checked her strings and the quality of her bow. She'd breathed easy, finding everything in the shape it would need to be to play without worry all day. Then she'd taken a warm bath, an actual, proper, bath. She'd fussed her hair into something respectable looking, dressed in the nicest bits she had, and then went about getting the things she'd need to put on a show. The kit was easy to put together, washers and rubber bands, a belt with bells on it, some anklets with the same, they'd all fit neatly inside the case, save the belt which she'd just wear. A check and double check of everything but high tops were pulled on and laced up good and tight. Jacket would come next and, upon finding it's fur lining a little stuffy for inside weather, she'd quickly set off thereafter. Her plan for the day was simple enough: Walk toward the Carnival, find out where it was at, and then find somewhere a few blocks away to set up. It was there she'd warm up with some music, probably something from the Eastern part of the world, all slow and melodic. Normally she didn't like to play those things, but that seemed to have been the point of it this morning. Normally she only played them when the sky was grey and the world felt a bit sour. It was the mood she thought they best fit, but she actually wanted to try them out when she was in a good mood too. Plus it would save her good energy for later, when she knew she'd need it. Which was a whole other thing that might've seemed heavy to some people. She was supposed to meet the owner of the place today, was that right? She cursed herself for forgetting such an important detail, but was at least thankful she could remember his name. Beau, Damian, Dietre, and even though it broke the alphabetized list she'd kept in her head, Abe. He deserved to go last and get special mention on account of how excited she was for that bit. She'd always fancied magic and a good stage show, just enjoying the wonder and mysticism of it all. She'd never been the type to want the questions answered, as she'd said, and just had more fun with believing. But, she didn't want to get ahead of herself. The big point of today was that she needed to be putting on her best for these people, as her ability to stay here (something she very much had decided she did want), she was going to need to work something out. At least until the weather warmed up, she was going to need better shelter than she'd been getting. So it was that the morning would pass in quiet contemplation to that easy music. Muscles would move this way and that, and she'd eventually make her way to the Carnival itself. Misha had said her name would be on a list, she thought, and so she was careful to make sure she asked around to get her way in and avoid a misstep right out of the gate. She'd take her time from there, wandering the place with instrument in hand, taking in the sights here and there and, if there seemed to be a lull in things, finding a spot to wind out some more music. She was careful with the latter, not wanting to be stepping on toes when she hadn't asked about playing here yet, but more worried was she about the way that she came off and she didn't want to risk it. It was better to cover it with the occasional piece of music and risk that being a problem than the latter. She wouldn't linger too long before trying to seek out the names on the list though, letting the experience of each be what it was even if that experience was 'they're not around today'. She'd come in with no expectations and only the vaguest ideas of what she might play if asked to audition anything. She'd taken time to stretch this morning, she knew she had the things she needed to do it right and, as she'd told Misha in honest truth, stage fright was not a thing she had so much as a drop of inside her. She'd put on a good show and, when it was over, she'd be proud of her work no matter what came of it. When it was done, providing nobody objected? Well, she'd just go right back to wandering. She'd even spent the very small amount of the budget she'd allowed herself for today on silly games. She'd dance and play her fiddle a little more, getting a bit more showy with it now because the day had gone on and her energy was downright impossible to dull. |