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Post by LUCY DAWN SCOTT on Dec 13, 2010 19:09:51 GMT -5
She sat at the piano; delicate white fingers placed on the ivory keys; fair, wavy hair tumbling like an ocean ripple down across her loose white dress. Words echoed out of her mouth as her fingers danced along the eighty-one keys of the piano. The instrument was as familiar to her as was the back of her own hand; she had grown up with it's music and she had worked at it till she was master of it's black and white keys, and she played simply for the joy of it now.
She was up on the stage of a local bar, playing a folky, country kind of melody, accompanied by her guitarist, bassist, and drummer. The song ended with a resolving chord and the band stepped away from the stage, bowing in delight, the crowd's applause bringing a smile to her radiant face. They hurried to clean up their equipment before settling down at the bar. Recorded music started to play and people got up to dance, their bodies swaying to the rhythms, the lights dimming and beginning to change colors. The quaint bar had it's own night life.
With no interest in dancing yet, Lucy smiled up at the bartender, a coy gleam in her eyes. "I'll have one Sprite please." she said before pulling out her wallet. "No, real drink this time, Luce?" asked the bar man, she gave her answer, still smiling. "Nah, I have to drive home this time Nathaniel." Nathaniel grinned, handing over her drink, politely accepting the money. "Haha, alright then."
The girl twisted her body around, sipping daintily at her soda, eyes searching around to find a good conversation or a man. What would she find tonight?
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