Like My Mother Does
Feb 24, 2014 0:18:29 GMT -5
Post by Lani Hunter on Feb 24, 2014 0:18:29 GMT -5
It had Lani half wincing and half laughing when the crowd decided they were going to sing all of their own versions of the song. He had to hand it to Beau, he knew how to get people engaged in what he was doing and now their focus was more on the music and singer than it probably would have otherwise been. There was a great deal of laughter and applause that followed as friends congratulated friends on not being utterly tone deaf, or joked that they should never sing again. A large part of Lani wanted to join them in the intoxicated joy. Beau was not bad, he certainly hadn’t been boasting. Lani might not like the style but he could definitely respect Beau for his courage and his talent.
Lani didn’t sing in public but he’d heard from a few people who had accidentally heard him that he wasn’t bad but he didn’t like to make a spectacle of himself. That kind of went hand in hand with every thief’s dream for invisibility. Beau started in on another one that was a classic. That wasn’t fair, Lani decided the boy was cheating. No one disliked Johnny Cash, it just wasn’t done. And the fact that Beau even attempted that octave was something to applaud, Lani was pretty sure his voice had never gone that low in his life. He was stuck at a low tenor and there wasn’t much variation from that, but then he didn’t really try very often. He had to laugh, it seemed everyone had a thing they did when they tried to hit low notes and it was always comical.
The crowd was starting to get denser and Lani wondered how things were outside. He checked the time on his phone and looked back up at the door. He hoped they wouldn’t decided to check the neighboring buildings but it was only a matter of time before they might. Lani plucked a pen from a passing waiter’s apron with skilled fingers that the man didn’t even pause. He didn’t know how long Beau was gonna be playing for and he wasn’t sure that he would be able speak with him before he had to cut out, which is what Lani wanted to do very quickly. He scrawled a quick note on a napkin and as the waiter strolled back by Lani slipped the pen back in just as skillfully as he had stolen it.
He melted into the crowd and with a little yawn of feinted exhaustion he caught Beau’s eye and gave a little grin and a wave. The napkin drifted from his hand and into his power and as Lani headed for the door the little note flickered past feet and around legs and slithered its way unseen into Beau’s guitar case. Lani had purposely written carefully to avoid someone recognizing his handwriting. It was simple: ‘Not bad. Better luck next time. –H.’ He was definitely going to be back, he had a feeling Adrianna would like this place and she might need a night out, but maybe not until her depression was a little less magnified, it was never good to drink in a bad mood. Lani started for the door and with a glance saw that the police force was out in a great number. He might not be able to be arrested but it also wouldn’t do for him to be recognized. He slipped back and with a quick glance to make sure everyone was paying attention to Beau Lani slipped up the stairs.
Lani didn’t sing in public but he’d heard from a few people who had accidentally heard him that he wasn’t bad but he didn’t like to make a spectacle of himself. That kind of went hand in hand with every thief’s dream for invisibility. Beau started in on another one that was a classic. That wasn’t fair, Lani decided the boy was cheating. No one disliked Johnny Cash, it just wasn’t done. And the fact that Beau even attempted that octave was something to applaud, Lani was pretty sure his voice had never gone that low in his life. He was stuck at a low tenor and there wasn’t much variation from that, but then he didn’t really try very often. He had to laugh, it seemed everyone had a thing they did when they tried to hit low notes and it was always comical.
The crowd was starting to get denser and Lani wondered how things were outside. He checked the time on his phone and looked back up at the door. He hoped they wouldn’t decided to check the neighboring buildings but it was only a matter of time before they might. Lani plucked a pen from a passing waiter’s apron with skilled fingers that the man didn’t even pause. He didn’t know how long Beau was gonna be playing for and he wasn’t sure that he would be able speak with him before he had to cut out, which is what Lani wanted to do very quickly. He scrawled a quick note on a napkin and as the waiter strolled back by Lani slipped the pen back in just as skillfully as he had stolen it.
He melted into the crowd and with a little yawn of feinted exhaustion he caught Beau’s eye and gave a little grin and a wave. The napkin drifted from his hand and into his power and as Lani headed for the door the little note flickered past feet and around legs and slithered its way unseen into Beau’s guitar case. Lani had purposely written carefully to avoid someone recognizing his handwriting. It was simple: ‘Not bad. Better luck next time. –H.’ He was definitely going to be back, he had a feeling Adrianna would like this place and she might need a night out, but maybe not until her depression was a little less magnified, it was never good to drink in a bad mood. Lani started for the door and with a glance saw that the police force was out in a great number. He might not be able to be arrested but it also wouldn’t do for him to be recognized. He slipped back and with a quick glance to make sure everyone was paying attention to Beau Lani slipped up the stairs.
