Who: Demi and OPEN. Where: Her office, C211 What: Demi is playing piano....we'll see who comes along. When: Tuesday afternoon...lunchtime-ish Warnings: Language/TBD
Fingers pounding against the keys of her keyboard, eyes closed, curly brown hair falling over carefully drawn eyebrows, Demi was finally feeling a little bit at home. She had spent the whole morning setting things up, hanging her vintage posters and getting her instruments on stands and in places where they made sense. Her keyboards were set up so that they faced each other; two people could play a duet on separate pianos at the same time, and make eye contact all the while. It was perfect.
But now it was lunchtime, and even though her stomach was growling, she had a song in her head and she wanted to pound it out. Fishnetted knees tucked to her chest, Demi's posture begged the question; how do you do that in a corset? But there she was. She had taken off her jacket, so the top three symbols on her tattoo were visible above the laces that ran down the rest of her back. Her pin striped bustle skirt was slipping up her thighs, but she didn't seem to notice and things were still decent, anyway. Boys wear overcoats in heat like this to keep themselves from showing, girls fill out prescriptions for the tricks that keep their hearts from growing, specialists review the year in tears and call for drastic measures, send them to resorts for boys and girl to get their shit together... Her voice was growly and deep today, singing with the reckless intensity all of her songs were written in. Sad but true the facts of life are bound to get you down, so whats the use dear Jenny? Anyway the world is pretty, world is pretty...
Her door was open, but she didn't mind. It would stay open until someone complained about her music. For now, she was glad to break the silence.