Sadie Lynn (sirenonstrings) wrote in repose, @ 2018-04-23 21:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, jamie mayer, sadie marella |
Who: Sadie Marella and OPEN
What: Sadie makes a trip to the Capital with her violin.
Where: Wandering all over the Capital, starting in the arts district (feel free to snag her from anywhere though!)
When: Monday the 23rd, early afternoon into the evening.
Rating: Assume G, will update if needed.
Status: Open, in progress.
It was absolutely no secret to anyone who knew her that Sadie loved, absolutely loved spring. Heck, just about anyone she passed from the exit to her trailer or on the streets of Repose in the morning could have told you that was true. The color was coming back to the world and with it the brightness of her personality was born all anew. She smiled at everyone, said ''Ello' to everyone, and went out of her way to be extra cheery. There was a fresh spring in her step and the last dredges of winter seemed to finally be giving way to the warm climes of Spring that would eventually give way to her favorite season of all. This was, of course, not to discount what the actual place itself had done for her. Having finally spent so long in one place she couldn't use it for a benchmark to tell time, Sadie was making something of an actual life for herself here. It was a slow process and rife with its own complications born of a life that had recently been lived in single serving doses. She hadn't see the same people every day, she'd rarely made any attempt to build a rapport (because it always ended in disaster), and the closest she tended to get to having friends was having people she genuinely missed. Repose had shown her a very different way of being from practically the first day she'd swept into town. There had been that friendly fiddle player who'd played with her on the sidewalk — and goodness did she need to get better at reaching out to Misha — that had set the tone for seemingly every impossible thing that had come after. She'd taken his advice, landed herself work at the Carnival, and made friends with some of the people there. Then there was Nish, who Sadie honestly couldn't (and didn't want to) imagine her life without. She was another piece of the family she'd missed more than she realized, another slice of belonging Sadie hadn't felt on this side of the ocean in several years now. It was...it was real nice was what it was. The adjustment however, was not without its trials but Sadie was happy with her progress. She'd been practicing making a point to be more social, at least when her sleep and work schedule left room, and was making notes for herself as to how she could improve. She was trying to remember how friends actually worked when they were around your own age, trying to remember that there was more to the people she knew than just seeing them when she was performing... ...but right now it was all about the baby steps. Today Sadie had the mind to combine two birds with one stone. It was all well and good, playing around the shoppes like she did and actually working at the Carnival like she had been, but she'd been playing it safe. She'd kept the songs quiet and not too complicated, kept the dancing where she knew it was likely to be appreciated but not seem too over the top, and it was starting to feel just...stale. She'd never been one content to rest her talent laurels, a summer's worth of playing Paganini until her fingers were raw stood as testament to that, and she knew exactly why she was doing it — which was perhaps the most maddening part of it all. She'd gotten comfortable here. She had a bed, a life, people she saw daily that mattered to her, and she was clinging to that. This wasn't some fair she stumbled upon, or some busy stretch of city she was peddling and panhandling her way through. This was where she lived now, a place she wanted to call home, and she was deathly afraid of messing that up like she always tended to do. She was letting being scared keep her in a small little place, where she'd only venture out when essential... Days had been spent arguing with herself about it, especially after sleeping through things she'd genuinely meant to try and get to, until finally Sadie had a moment of remembrance that snapped her out of it. Her Grandmother wouldn't have ever let her get away with this kind of thing, not even for a minute. If the elder had ever suspected that Sadie was hiding in a room, she'd been quite literally pulled outside by her ear and told to go play. Music, games, whatever, hiding simply wasn't an option. It was how Sadie had originally taken to walking while she'd played the violin, which was what had led to dancing, and it was that root which had driven Sadie from the trailer with the intent of playing in town today. At least right until she reached the sidewalk outside the Carnival and remembered what Misha had said about the quality of buskers and performers who tended to play there. It was then and there that she'd turned right around, marched back into her trailer to make sure she had all the necessary bits and baubles she'd need to put on a proper show and changed her clothes into something at least a little flashy (with a note to go buy new clothes for herself added at the same time). Then it was a simple matter of giving her hands a soak before she'd headed back out in the world and booked herself a ride up to the city proper. To say the least, Misha might have undersold it or at least Sadie hadn't noticed the sheer volume of performers the last time she and Nish had ventured up here. She felt a thick knot roll up in her throat, a strange and unusual thing all its own, as she stepped out onto the street and began looking around with her case in her hands. A good twenty minutes was spent pacing from there. She just went about wandering aimlessly down streets, careful not to let herself stray too far from the busier bits, until she find a spot that didn't seem too clustered. She'd need the space after all if she was going to dance — and she very much intended to do just that. Sadie sat then, letting the muscle memory in her hands take over the process of fastening metal washers to the bottoms of her shoes via rubber bands and turning them into makeshift tap shoes. She didn't even have to think anymore about hooking the handmade bracelets and belts adorned with bells where they went. All of it was, like the way she chose her words so carefully, seemingly second nature now. They were parts of her life where, even if perhaps Repose had given them room to rest and collect a little dust, she was pleased to see she hadn't lost entirely in the months she'd been here. Once both herself and her instrument had been given proper checks for tuning, condition, and general states of readiness, Sadie set the bow upon her strings and began to play. She started off easy at first, not playing anything specific but rather letting the bluegrass jigs and Irish reels she knew so well blend seamlessly into one another. She let the muscles in her calves and feet get used to banging out the percussion, let the rhythm of the music start to work the magic all its own and get things pumping. Slowly but surely though, the music began to do what the music always did. The stomps of metal on the sidewalk got more robust, the sound of the strings found an ease in their movement and Sadie? Well, she couldn't have kept herself from dancing then even if she'd tried. Eventually however, as people began to start the process of milling about, Sadie would start to turn up what she liked to call 'the fun'. The nameless songs gave way to classic jigs and pop songs she'd once been asked to play on a sidewalk. With each pass of bow to strings, with each fresh jump in tempo and energy, Sadie's body would respond in kind. Sure, she didn't have the traditional accompaniments the songs required or she'd learned to play beside, but she'd learned to use herself to fill in some of the gaps. Feet did most of the rhythm work in the shape of stomping feet, with left and right working at atypical taps to simulate a better bit of drumming required. Hips would work in harmony, swinging when needed to punctuate the music with just a bit of a chime from the bells, and so it'd go on. By the time she'd gotten to one of the staples in her busking routine, a medley of some of her favorites made famous by a movie about a sinking boat, the show was in full swing. Anyone who'd taken the time to mill about was encouraged, by way of example, to join in with her. It didn't matter if all you wanted to do was clap while she played or if you were one of the brave souls who was going to carve out a swath of concrete for yourself and really strut, Sadie was going to do her very best to make you think the song she was playing was being played just for you. As for Sadie herself? Well she was just a mix of flashy bow work, tapping toes, and bouncing about like she was just the happiest girl in the whole wide world. Blue eyes were bright as bright could be and her smile could've even made the sun look just a bit more dull by comparison. She'd keep it up the whole way through the piece too, switching her jigs up if it looked like someone wanted them to dance with her or getting overly showy with her kicks and the clacks of her toes, doing her very best not to let loose in a laughter of joy — but only because that would have broken up the song some. When t'was all said and done, laughing was just what had to be done though. She'd plumb run out of room for the good feelings to go anywhere else. So it was that she smiled as the crowd either came, stayed, or went. So it was that she leaned back some, resting on her heels for half a moment while she debated what to play next before deciding that she'd really earned was a break, a drink of water, and perhaps to engage any of her would be onlookers. If nothing else, they'd get thanks for what coins the threw in her open case and well wishes as they went on their way....but who knew what might come? If Repose had taught her anything, it was to expect the completely unexpected. |