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[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Lady Tere walks into the bar and notices Beatrice sleeping on the couch with Lord Peter Wimsey in a chair next to her. She nods to him, and gently strokes Beatrice's hair, hearing that Beatrice's music has not stopped, Tere smiles softly and wanders to the center of the room. She waves her hand and a spotlight hits her. Her casual attire has vanished and she is garbed in a slinky black beaded sheath. She hits center and sings...*

In the beginning
There was the cold and the night
Prophets and angels gave us the fire and the light
Man was triumphant
Armed with the faith and the will
That even the darkest ages couldn't kill

Too many kingdoms
Too many flags on the field
So many battles, so many wounds to be healed
Time is relentless
Only true love perseveres
It's been a long time and now I'm with you
After two thousand years

This is our moment
Here at the crossroads of time
We hope our children carry our dreams down the line
They are the vintage
What kind of life will they live?
Is this a curse or a blessing that we give?

Sometimes I wonder
Why are we so blind to fate?
Without compassion, there can be no end to hate
No end to sorrow
Caused by the same endless fears
Why can't we learn from all we've been through
After two thousand years?

There will be miracles
After the last war is won
Science and poetry rule in the new world to come
Prophets and angels
Gave us the power to see
What an amazing future there will be

And in the evening
After the fire and the light
One thing is certain: Nothing can hold back the night
Time is relentless
And as the past disappears
We're on the verge of all things new
We are two thousand years...

Comments

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Quite all right, Tere's been dying to rehearse her nightclub act anyway...She'll just run it until someone comes to interact...]

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

[clumsy_auror]

[ooc: OMG Tonks is currently out by the fire with Charlie, but that is one of the most beautiful songs EVER. THANK YOU.]

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

[OOC: It seemed appropriate, what with Kassandra and Aziraphale and Michael and all... It's "Two Thousand Years" by Billy Joel]

[clumsy_auror]

[ooc: I know. I just put the CD on to set the mood. :)]

[prince-rupert.livejournal.com]

*Looks up from where he's standing by the bar, that solitary gaze focusing on Tere. Oh, interesting, Magic. And more beautiful women. If this isn't heaven, it must be hell. But no matter where in the etherial realms one finds oneself, one must be polite. As her song ends, he offers applause.*

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*hearing the singing, wanders into the bar*

*finds a chair and sits to listen*

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*looking rather more gloomy and withdrawn than usual, he shows up in shadows near the back.*

[locks_it_up]

*Death bounds down the stairs, grinning, disheveled, and in a white-- yes, white-- dress shirt that is obviously not hers, and gets a glass of water from the bar. And notices Dream. And takes up near him*

You alright?

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*he looks down at her, frowns, and shakes his head*

Go back to Constantine, Sister. It is nothing.

*which would be more believable if he weren't exuding an air of "You Think Nada Got It Bad?"...*

[locks_it_up]

*cheerfully, because she really can't do anything else at the moment*

Bullshit!

[lyra_silver]

*is curled up on a couch with Pantalaimon, listening*

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*sees her*

*after the muse's song has ended, he rises inobtrusively and makes his way over to her*

*quietly* Hullo, I don't think we've met yet. I'm Will.

[lyra_silver]

*freezes* You don't look like him. You do, but you don't.

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*blinks*

Sorry?

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*She steps away from Dream and once again, hits her mark...*

Quiet please, there's a lady on stage.
She may not be the latest rage,
But she's singing, and she means it.
And she deserves a little silence.

Quiet please, there's a woman up there,
And she's been honest through her songs
Long before your consciousness was raised.
Now doesn't that deserve a little praise.

So put your hands together, help her along,
All that's left of the singers, all that's left of the song.
Stand for the ovation,
And give her one last celebration.

Quiet please, there's a person up there,
Who's singing of the sins that none of us could bear
To hear for ourselves,
Now give her your respect if nothing else.

So put your hands together, help her along,
All that's left of the singers, all that's left of the song.
Rise to the occasion,
And give her one last celebration.

Quiet please, there's a lady on stage.
Conductor, turn the final page.
When it's over, we can all go home.
She lives on on the stage alone.

So put your hands together, help her along,
All that's left of the singers, all that's left of the song.
Stand for the ovation,
And give her one last celebration.

Put your hands together, help her along,
Let's just stay here all night; let's sing every song.
Won't you rise, rise to the occasion,
Yes, give her, one last, just one last celebration...

[lyra_silver]

*applauds*

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

*he laces his hands behind his back and listens to the muse. If it doesn't cause him to smile, at least it softens the aggressively upset lines of his face.*

[locks_it_up]

*she stops in the act of padding barefoot towards the stairs, sets her glass down, and applauds*

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*applauds*

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Good Evening, Ladies, Gentlemen, Mortals, Immortals and Other Beings...

It has been a difficult day for some, merely a tiring one for others, so it seemed appropriate that you have the chance to relax awhile, please feel free to make requests, there's very little music I don't know...

Somewhere there's another land different from this world below.
Far more mercifully planned than the cruel place we know.
Innocence and peace are there. All is good that is desired.
Faces there are always fair. Love grows never old nor tired.
We shall never find that lovely land of Might-Have-Been.
I shall never be your king nor you shall be my queen.
Days may pass and years may pass and seas may lie between.
We shall never find that lovely land of Might-Have-Been.
Sometimes on the rarest nights comes the vision calm and clear,
Gleaming with unearthly lights on my path of doubt and fear.
Winds from that far land are blown, whispering with secret breath.
Hope that plays her tune alone. Love that conquers pain and death.
Shall we ever find that lovely land of Might-Have-Been?
Will I ever be your king or you at last my queen?
Days may pass or years may pass, the seas my lie between.
Shall we ever find our lovely land of Might-Have-Been?

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

If you would, Lady Tere?

*he asks, quietly during the pause*

Marvelous Things, Eisley

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Certainly, my lord.

i woke the dawn
saw horses growing out the lawn
oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh
i glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
oh what marvelous things
oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh
dark nights hold tight and sleep tight my baby
morning light shall burst bright and keep us here safely
i followed a rabbit through rows of mermaids and swine strawberry
oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh what marvelous things
but they are they are they are giving me the creeps
dark nights hold tight and sleep tight my baby
morning light shall burst bright and keep us here safely
oh lying in the sun
everyday feeling all of the magic and might find the wonder
dark nights hold tight and sleep tight my baby
morning light shall burst bright and keep us here safely
morning light shall burst bright and keep us here safely
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh

[lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com]

Thank you, my lady.

*he dips a small bow, and offers a smaller smile*