Who: Heather and Tony When: After hours, everyone tucked away in bed, or so she thought. Where: The Ice Room What: Waking up from a nightmare, Heather needed a reprieve, she needed to chill, she needed to groove. There was no better place to do that in than her destination. Rating: low Status: Complete Just because she had nights when she didn't wake up screaming, or wake up in a cold sweat... Or with tears streaking down her face, it didn't mean she didn't wake up. It didn't mean she didn't still dream. Tonight was one of those nights, it had been a bad one, she had almost felt the scream on her tongue as she woke up. Her emotions were raw from it, she had to get away. She had to be away from the man that had taken it in his head to stick with her through whatever was going on.
As quietly as she could manage she eased out of her cabin. Still in her pajamas, but bundled up in her coat and knitted ear covering head band. Blue gloves that had seen just as many bad days as she had covered her fingers. Fuzzy little bunny slippers covered her feet, as she made the short trek up the hill to the Ice Room.
It was late, or early, depending on how you wanted to look at it. She knew that the night club was either closed up tight, or close up was being done. Not that she hung around the place to find out when last call was made, generally she was an 'early to bed early to rise' sort of person. She took her responsibilities in this place very seriously. But she doubted that anyone would see harm in her taking tomorrow off. At least not the people who knew, halfway, what was going on. Though she knew Allan would be pretty angry with her if he woke up and she hadn't made it back to the cabin. She cared, but at the moment she felt smothered.
The door was locked, so there was little doubt about the last guest being chased out. She let herself in with the universal key she had, locking it back behind her. She didn't bother switching on any extra lights, the after hour few being enough, as she moved past the tables with their upturned chairs. Making her way to the stage. She pulled off her jacket, gloves, scarf, and the little ear cover she'd made herself years ago. She left herself in just the plain white camisole flannel bottoms and fuzzy bunny slippers. Pulling her MP3 player from the pocket of her pajama bottoms. She hopped up on the stage.
Her fingers combed through the long layers of her dark chestnut hair, before she popped the earbuds into her ears. There was one song she was feeling pretty strongly at the moment, switching to it, she began to pat the beat of Sheryl Crow's 'Strong Enough' out on the side of the stage, before she started out softly. Closing her eyes so that she could feel the music better.
"God, I feel like hell tonight Tears of rage I cannot fight I’d be the last to help you understand Are you strong enough to be my man?... my man"
Her hands beat along to the song in her hears. As she rocked slightly to the beat. Shaking her head just a little.
"Nothing’s true and nothing’s right So let me be alone tonight Cause you can’t change the way I am Are you strong enough to be my man?
Lie to me I promise I’ll believe Lie to me But please don’t leave... don't leave"
She began snapping her fingers to the beat for a few moments. No doubt anyone who saw her would think she was a little insane, unless they knew the song she sang and could hear the music behind it regardless. She was used to people thinking she was odd.
"I have a face I cannot show I make the rules up as I go It’s try and love me if you can Are you strong enough to be my man?... My man"
Her fingers stopped snapping her fingers curled up into fists. She pounded on the top of the stage a little harder than she had been smacking it with her open palms.
"When I’ve shown you that I just don’t care When I’m throwing punches in the air When I’m broken down and I can’t stand Will you be man enough to be my man?
Lie to me I promise I’ll believe Lie to me But please don’t leave"
Once the song was over she let out a shuddered sigh. Plucking the headphones from her ears she shut off the music. Her eyes remained closed as she came to grips with the aftermath of both a very emotional dream and a very core biting song.