Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-06-07 02:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, maryanne walker (oe) |
Who: Maryanne
Where: The Opera House
What: Testing out her skills with new fingers.
When: When the place wasn't being used, on a little off time (could be late at night)
Rating: Probably low
Open: Yes
Status: on going
Maryanne wasn't sure why she'd dressed up to be alone. To sit by herself in the empty Opera House, but it felt good to be. Wearing a dress that fit like a second skin, until it reached her thighs, where it flared enough that she could spred her legs and fit a cello between. It wasn't a modest dress, or it didn't quite look like one, of rich purple lace, that seemed to collect and cover specific areas. Though a keen eye would see that there was a short sheath beneath that actually did the covering. She sat upon the stage, an instrument that had been with her for as long as she could play it, settled between her knees. She felt worthy of the mighty cello, that had been passed down through her Mother's side of the family. She dragged the bow across the strings slowly to make sure they were each in tune. After an adjustment or two, her fingers fell into the pattern of a well known, to her, classic. Her mind drifted away from her responsibilities, away from the diner, her children, her husbands and wife. Everything became nothing, as all else became the music. Her eyes closed as the chords flowed. Swelling and dying with each stroke. |