There were a lot of people in the crowd. Diana didn't know why this one in particular caught her attention. Maybe because he seemed to be listening. Like, really, actually listening. A lot of times in the club, the music had a tendency to just disappear in the writhing and the sweating. As it was supposed to be. It wasn't a coffee shop open mic, after all. This dude, though? No, this dude heard her.
Which brought a slight smile to the corners of her lips, as she concluded her song.
Oh, shed no tears for me, light no candle for my sake This journey I'll be making is one we all must make Shoulder to the wind I'll turn my face into the spray And when the heavens open let the drops fall where they may If they finally wash away the stain from a daughter of the race of Caine I am not a stranger to the rain, let it rain!
It was entirely possible she started showing off a little bit. A few extra musical flourishes, some runs that definitely weren't written into the notes. God, if life had gone in so many other ways, she would have totally loved a life up on the stage. Diana wasn't born for the shadows. But what could you do?
There was some scattered, absent applause as she stepped down from the stage, her lavender eyes watching her new admirer curiously, to see what he would do. She thought about taking a peek at his aura, to sense his mood. But that was cheating. It was always more fun to figure out people the natural way. Wasn't like she was on a mission, at any rate.
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Which brought a slight smile to the corners of her lips, as she concluded her song.
Oh, shed no tears for me, light no candle for my sake
This journey I'll be making is one we all must make
Shoulder to the wind I'll turn my face into the spray
And when the heavens open let the drops fall where they may
If they finally wash away the stain from a daughter of the race of Caine
I am not a stranger to the rain, let it rain!
It was entirely possible she started showing off a little bit. A few extra musical flourishes, some runs that definitely weren't written into the notes. God, if life had gone in so many other ways, she would have totally loved a life up on the stage. Diana wasn't born for the shadows. But what could you do?
There was some scattered, absent applause as she stepped down from the stage, her lavender eyes watching her new admirer curiously, to see what he would do. She thought about taking a peek at his aura, to sense his mood. But that was cheating. It was always more fun to figure out people the natural way. Wasn't like she was on a mission, at any rate.