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Post by Exodusyria on Oct 28, 2010 17:07:51 GMT -5
Blaise watched her song end. He had seen Chicago 2 years ago. It was cool in his opinion but it wasn't his kind of play or musical. He like Phantom of the Opera and of course CATS. He winked at Kat. (Now he knew her name) Then he saw another girl walk up to the stage. He wondered what she would sing. Whatever it was, he was sure it was going to be good.
((is there a age limit to get in this club? because some of my characters are younger than Blaise. And also I'm going to create another character)
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Post by Insanetarathecat on Oct 28, 2010 21:42:09 GMT -5
Tara finally shrugged and walked over to the pianist. "'On My Own' from Les Miserables, please." She walked onto the stage, closing her eyes for a moment, when she opened them, the look on her face was one of heartbreaking loneliness. As the music began playing, she looked off the side of the stage as if someone had just abandoned her. She closed her eyes again and began to sing. And now I'm all alone again, nowhere to go, no one to turn to.Without a home, without a friend, without a face to say hello to. But now the night is near, now I can make believe he's here.
Sometimes I walk alone at night when everybody else is sleeping. I think of him, and then I'm happy with the company I'm keeping. The city goes to bed, and I can live inside my head.
On my own, pretending he's beside me. All alone, I walk with him till morning. Without him, I feel his arms around me, And when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me.
In the rain, the pavement shines like silver. All the lights are misty in the river. In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight, And all I see is him and me for ever and forever.
And I know it's only in my mind, that I'm talking to myself and not to him. And although I know that he is blind, still I say, there's a way for us.
I love him, but when the night is over, he is gone, the river's just a river. Without him, the world around me changes. The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers.
I love him, but every day I'm learning, All my life, I've only been pretending! Without me, his world will go on turning, The world is full of happiness that I have never known!
I love him...I love him...I love him...But only on my own...
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Post by Jelliclejuno on Oct 29, 2010 0:52:38 GMT -5
Tori strode up to the front of the stage and leaned against the piano, watching the girl perform. She was incredibly decent, and that was a big compliment from her. She plopped down beside the pianist and set her head on his shoulder as he played. She'd known him well from all of her visits, and he was perhaps her favorite person in the club. She watched his fingers moving over the keys until the end of the song, and she pressed her head into his shoulder before giving him a hug. "Play Macavity for me darling, once this lovely lady has had her share of applause?"
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Post by Insanetarathecat on Oct 29, 2010 9:38:43 GMT -5
Tara bowed as the crowd began to applaud. She held back a snort as her twin stood up and shouted "YEAH TARA!" well above the noise. Smiling, she walked off the stage and over to him, hugging him then gently smacking him upside the head. "Silly. I'm gonna do something like that when you sing." She said, ruffling his hair fondly. He just stuck his tongue out at her. She grinned. "Careful with that, or some cute boy may try to bite it." She teased. He just grinned. "I wish. Maybe there are some cute, available gay guys around here." He said hopefully. Tara patted him on the shoulder and both looked back at the stage to see who was going next.
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Post by Jelliclejuno on Oct 29, 2010 12:38:03 GMT -5
Astoria put on her best Demeter face, slightly panicked but slightly turned on all at the same time. Demeter was a funny little queen, Astoria had always thought, being afraid of Macavity but moving so sensually when she was talking about him. She strutted out onto the stage, but still looked very much panicked as she twisted her head this way and that as the band began to play. She looked into the audience at no one in particular, her blue eyes wandering the crowd. She bit her lip silently and her eyes darted about the stage before she shook her head and began to sing. Her voice for Demeter was alto and smooth, with an edge to it. But her Bombalurina voice was something completely different.
"Macavity's a mystery cat, he's called the hidden paw..." She made eye contact with a cute male in the front, she'd seen him in rehersals. She saw him looking at a name that said 'blaise' on the call back sheet. "For he's a master criminal, who can defy the law." She strode forward on the stage, looking nervously to the side as if she were expecting him to appear from the shadows.
"He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, The flying squads despair..." She did the move that she most recognized from the movie version of CATS in this number. She placed her hands near her rear and slowly rotated it in a sensual movement as she turned backwards so her back was to her audience. She whipped around suddenly at the end of the line, her hands out in front of her and her shoulders bent forward slightly as she looked from spot to spot on different beats. "For when they reach the scene of crime.." her voice quieted to a whisper that could still be heard throughout the club. "Macavity's not there!" Her voice cried out into the audience as she drew her arms into herself.
"Macavity, Macavity... there's no one like Macavity." Her voice was strong and sultry still, because she was still singing Demeters part. "He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity." She swung her arm out and curled her fingers slightly like she was mimicking the movement of his rise as her arm rose. "His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare, and when you reach the scene of crime Macavity's not there! You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air." She raised her arm up in the air and spun around slowly before she slid one leg under the other and went down to the ground, flexible like a cat. "But I tell you once, and once again. Macavity's not there!" She cried out the last bit of the chorus with anguish as she slowly stood and drew her arms into herself.
Then it was time for Bomba's part.
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Post by Insanetarathecat on Oct 29, 2010 18:45:22 GMT -5
Both Tara and Dante watched idly, enjoying her performance immensely. She was a very good singer, and dancer.
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Post by Exodusyria on Oct 29, 2010 19:41:59 GMT -5
Blaise watched her as she danced. He had loved this part of CATS the most. He winked at her as she stood there.
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Post by Jelliclejuno on Oct 30, 2010 8:49:15 GMT -5
Tori winked back at him as she turned from Demeter to Bomba in a flash. Her panicked look was gone, replaced by a look of curiousity and... Well, sex appeal. She ran her hands slowly down her sides as she sang "Macavitys a Ginger cat, he's very tall and thin. You would know him if you saw him... For his eyes are sunken in." She passed her hands underneath her eyes with a smirk. "His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed. His coat is dusty from neglect.." she ran her hands down her sides slowly, making eye contact with Blaise. "His whiskers are uncombed."
"He sways his head from side to side with movements like a snake." She swayed her head slowly from side to side from shoulder to shoulder. She rolled her head to look at her audience again. "And when you think he's half asleep..." she stepped backwards like she expected someone to be behind. "He's always, wide awake!" Still on key, she shouted the last bit of the verse. "Macavity Macavity there's no one like macavity. He's a fiend in feline shape...." Tori, still as the sexbomb Bombalurina with her silky smooth voice, ran her fingertips slowly down her sides, nearly biting her lip. "A monster of depravity." She connected her hands infront of her and slowly pointed around in the audience with one fluid motion. "You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square. But when a crimes discovered then Macavity wasn't there."
Now was the hard part... Deme and Bomba.
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Post by Catdancergirl on Oct 30, 2010 15:16:32 GMT -5
Kat raised an eyebrow as she neared this part,wonder just how exactly she planned on pulling it off. This wasn't 'Le Jazz Hot'.
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Post by Insanetarathecat on Oct 31, 2010 19:01:04 GMT -5
Dante and Tara, wanting a better view of the stage, moved closer, both watching with enjoyment and interest.
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