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[feintsoncue.livejournal.com]

In any crowded room, the noise level fluctuates. Even if there's usually a fairly loud buzz, the noise can sometimes become so loud that you can't hear a conversation with the person next to you. Conversely, sometimes the noise drops to almost deathly silence.

During one of these natural silences, a male voice fills the bar. A rich tenor, it doesn't appear to have any particular origin. The unaccompanied song may or may not be familiar to the patrons.

Night time sharpens
Heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs
And wakes imagination
Silently the senses
Abandon their defenses

Slowly, gently
Night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it
Tremulous and tender
Turn your face away
From the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night

Close your eyes
And surrender to your darkest dreams,
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before,
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before

Softly, deftly
Music shall surround you
Feel it, hear it,
Closing in around you
Open up your mind
Let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night

Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world,
leave all thoughts of the world you knew before,
let your soul take you where you long to be,
only then can you belong to me.

Floating, falling
Sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me
Savour each sensation
Let the dream begin
Let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night!

If anyone should happen to glance into the rafters near the end of the song, they might see a flash of a white mask and a swish of a black cloak. Then nothing.

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[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Another bard very attentively listens to the beautiful song. He quietly records it in his mind, and then heads off with inspiration fresh in his mind.

[balletrat]

*Meg happens to be wandering through the bar at that moment, in order to go outside to practice.

Meg stops.

And then, Meg shouts,* Don't you dare! *and continues on her way.*

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael sits at his harpsichord and proceeds to compose music to go with the song he had heard sung out of seemingly nowhere.*

[shelley_winters]

Later, Shelley will wonder where the strain stuck in her head came from. For now, she simply hums it absently as she passes through the bar.