A little glitz and glamor never hurt. Who: Heather, Open, Narrative-ish(in at least three parts if no one tags) What: The first time stepping on the stage in the Ice Room, when she didn't have to fix anything. When: A Saturday Night Where: The Ice Room Rating: Med for language Status: TBA
Nerves were eating at her resolve. She'd peeked out the side curtain a few times. Those who'd said they were going to come came. She saw Robin, she seen Sam. Julie was there, so was Reid. It hurt a little that Pike and Claire weren't... Not that she could see anyway. But she figured they had their own way of dealing with issues they faced. There were quite a few guests. The odds weren't in her favor at all.
She'd felt the compulsion to jump on the stage since day one, not that she was an attention whore. She simply enjoyed singing, missing it like someone would miss limb that had been chopped off. After the September attacks she hadn't been able to sing out her frustrations, church services stopped. Odd how the world seemed to come to an end and the people that were supposed to offer comfort were suddenly unavailable. It made her miss her Dad more than going every Sunday had.
She was doing a few warm up exercises, as quietly as she could, so her voice wouldn't crack when it came time to hit the high notes. Clearing her throat she took a deep swig of water. Snagging a remote that would cue the music up she needed. Pressing the play button, the key notes to 'Don't Rain on my Parade' by Barbara Streisand came up. Tossing the remote back down just before she thrust the curtains beside the stage open.
She was dressed, and dolled up, to the nines. A blue sequined, halter top gown clung to her from chest to mid thigh where it fanned out in satin barely kissing the floor at the back. The black heals she wore added about three inches to her height, wedged and platformed so that they were easy to walk confidently in. Her hair held a slight curl on the ends. The make up she wore was light, yet hid shine, her eyes brightened by blue liner, lips plumped by a rosy red stain. Little glitzy earrings dangled within her dark hair. She didn't bother with a mic the Ice Room had great acoustics.
"Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter" She stepped out into the audience, a show smile lighting up her face. "Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter" Her voice was mid range mostly, yet held a bite of anger, the notes weren't hard to hit. "Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade" The 'a' held for a second or two longer than the rest. She weaved between tables and chairs.
"Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to" Her tone bearing a touch of a growl as she approached one table. "If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you" She got in the face of one man she didn't know on the 'you', her hands on her hips. "Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade?" The 'y' on my held longer this time.
"I'll march my band out," she climbed up on an empty chair, the table occupied by a random man and woman. "I'll beat my drum." She looked down her nose at the man, though it was all for show. Stepping back down into the empty chair, she leaned her weight against the back forcing it to fall to the floor, without a flinch. "And if I'm fanned out," weaving between the tables and chairs again she came up behind Sam's chair placing her hands on the back, peeking around to catch his eyes, "your turn at bat, sir." She couldn't resist ruffling his hair before she left his table. "At least I didn't fake it," She spun from Sam's table to one across, "hat, sir." She removed the hat of a guest and pressed against his chest. "I guess I didn't make it."
"But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection" She was playing the crowd as she moved towards the stage. "A freckle on the nose of life's complexion," She paused at Julie's table and touched the tip of her nose with her index finger, and a smile, before she moved on. "The cinder or the shine apple of its eye."
"I gotta fly once, I gotta try once," Spinning so that the flair at the bottom of her dress flaired out just a little. "Only can die once, right, sir?" Leaning her backside against Robin's table she gave him a short wink and a nod, only to move on farther. "Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see,I gotta have my bite, sir." She paused to bump her hip against Reid's table. "Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a comer." She moved forward pushing her foot against the seat of a guest that was leaning out just a little farther than she'd expected, "I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer!" Moving farther she reached the side of the stage, beside one of the set of stairs that led up to it. Turning to face the audience, "Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade!" Again she stretched out the 'my' rather than parade.
"I'm gonna live and live NOW!" She started up one and two steps holding onto the railing but facing the guests and employees alike. "Get what I want, I know how!" Two and three more steps,"One roll for the whole shebang!" The last word she reached the flat of the stage. "One throw that bell will go clang," A few pointed steps towards the front of the stage."Eye on the target and wham!" She jumped front and center, without a single falter. "One shot, one gun shot and BAM!" She paused with her hands bursting open on either side of her head.
"Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am!" Every word stretched out long notes, 'am' longer than the rest. Her hands fell to her hips fingers spread.
"I'll march my band out," growling out a little more forcefully. "I will beat my drum," She marched down the stairs at the center stage, which were a touch grander than the two on either side. "And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir." She gave one stranger a nod, "At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir." She paused long enough to knock the hat off of a different man. "I guess I didn't make it." The hat flying off behind him, before she continued on.
"Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a comer!" She turned back towards the stage having only gone a few steps as if she were singing to the stage itself, she began back at a quickened pace. "I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer!" In a moment she was back up on the stage. "No! Nobody, no, nobody!" The last nobody accented more than the rest. "Is gonna," she held the 'ah' for a moment or two, "rain on my parade!" This last time parade was drawn out as long as she could hold it. Her head tossing from side to side just a little bit until the note ended.
The spot light had followed her through her whole little adventure into the audience, and now it winked out.