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[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Tere is curled up at the piano, beginning to meet the new instrument*

Try to remember when life was so tender
that no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender that
dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender that
love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember and if you remember then follow...

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[inquisitivehero]

And there is a Hank McCoy nearby, listening quietly, enjoyign the music.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Tere smiles at him*

Good evening, Doctor.

[inquisitivehero]

"Call me Hank, please."

he smiles.

"What are you doing, if I may ask?"

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Hank, then. I'm meeting this lovely lady.

[inquisitivehero]

He smiles.

"There is an odd sense to it, but that may be just my imagination. It seemed almost like you were...shining."

he shakes his head.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*She shrugs*

I get to know my instruments very well. After all, instruments are divine to me.

[inquisitivehero]

he smiles.

"Makes sense. Do you play a lot, for pleasure I mean?"

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Playing is always a very great pleasure. It's is my gift, my duty, and my privilege to play as often as possible.

[inquisitivehero]

he looks bright and hopeful.

"Ah, would you... would you play for me?"

[blue_eyed_lord]

The Black Rider watches her play, and listens appreciatively. A lovely lady singing while playing a beautiful white piano, what is not to enjoy?

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*She turns and smiles*

Any requests?

[blue_eyed_lord]

He smiles back, saying, "Anything you wish to play would be perfectly beautiful, and all equally enjoyable."

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*She turns back and begins to play*

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All you life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

[blue_eyed_lord]

He smiles and sips his brandy as he listens.

When she finishes, he gives her his applause. "Very appropriate, and very well sung."

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't permit anything less.

*She snaps and a martini appears on the piano. She sips*

[blue_eyed_lord]

The Black Rider raises his glass to her. "To your beauty, and to your beautiful music. May they ever continue to be so sweet."

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

My thanks, my lord.

May one enquire as to your name?

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Cypher is sitting by himself at a table, smoking a Lucky Strike and clutching a martini. There's a single burning candle before him, and his sunglasses are on.

He listens to Tere's song, head tilted. He doesn't know it, but the melody's nice, and he never much paid attention to the 'entertainment' here before. Don't hurt that she's cute.

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*She turns and winks at him*

What's your pleasure?

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

He smiles, pushing the shades down his nose so he can look at her over them.

"The view's pretty good from here, actually."

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*She flashes a quick hot grin*

Can I play something? Just for you?

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

"Just for me, huh?"

Cypher grins back. His probably has a similar flavor.

"Can't say no to that, baby. How 'bout a little Cole Porter?"

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Anything you want.

*She spins on the bench and begins to play*

f a custom-tailored vet
Asks me out for something wet,
When the vet begins to pet, I cry "Hooray!"
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
There's a lush from Baltimore,
Who is rich but such a bore,
When the bore falls on the floor, I let him lay.
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way.
What about that Mister Thorne
Calls me up from night 'til morn?
Mister Thorne once cornered corn and that ain't hay.
But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion,
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way...

[steak-man.livejournal.com]

Cypher chuckles, laying his shades down on the table and applauding when she's done.

"Don't you got a voice on ya. I didn't know that one, what's it called?"

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Thank you. *She grins easily*
It's called "Always True to You", it's from Kiss Me, Kate.