Solo Roses [Job Thread]

[Krisa]

12th Day of Fall 513

Krisa loved being on stage in fornt of an audience she had the chance to entertain. As long as she could make an impact, she could feel a sence of forfilment. There was a heavy feeling of ill-at-ease that had settled over the city as many were woken up by small quakes of the ground. Krisa was worried by them too. She didn’t want to leave her bird in her apartment incase an earthquake were to kill him. But tonight she had a show to perform. “Kieran, you’re just going to have to come with me. You’ll be nice to my crowd, wont you?” She asked him, ruffling his feathers affectionately. He chirped back an unknown response and lightly nibbled her on the cheek.

Her setlist contained two of her favorite songs. A crowd favorite, Toast to Tomorrow was last. But she had put careful though into what she should sing first. It was a beautiful story of love. One that she sung quite frequently. The Ghost Of A Rose. Truly, it had been written about a strange dream she’d had when she was a little kid about a Konti woman and a strange lover whom had to leave her behind for a bloody war. The flute in this song was all that accompanied her voice still, unless other musicians desided to learn her songs one day, that was all she had.

She hoped she could make her audience feel loved, as she had felt loved. And that was what sat in her heart as she left for the night ahead. To the tavern she went, to present herself to the audience, in a simplistic gown of lilac she’d bought the week prior.The Tavern was in her sights, and she walked in with confidence, something she only had when doing what she loved. If she did not look confident, her audience wouldn’t enjoy it enough. She had to become spirit and life. Never had she put so much effort into anything.

Nodding at Roric, she waited for the storyteller who was currently performing to finish, before she would step up for her own turn. Silently she petted her goldfinch, and listened to a colourful tale come to it’s climax.

[Krisa]

12th Day of Fall 513

Finally… Finally it was her moment. With the familiar butterfly’s, Krisa stepped out into her spotlight. She read her audience, eyes scanning the room. Laughter and merriment, and a general comforting glow or warmth was forever present on the Scholars demise. Krisa found herself without breath for a moment or two, as they waited expectantly. “Ladies and Gentlemen! Good evening to one and all! Tonight, I also have a story for you!” She told them enthusiastically, opening up her arms in a sweeping gesture. “For all the lovers in the audience. Everyone who has felt like one with another. This song will hopefully warm your hearts once more.” She smiled, letting a hint of emotion flow through her face, as the crowd waited “It’s called Ghost of a Rose. Please, enjoy yourselves!”

With that, she lifted her flute, and began to play the melodic tune. It was a bit of a ballad, but still lighthearted enough for such a setting. Or so she hoped it would be. Her green eyes sparkled as she began to sin the first verse. The young woman’s voice was full of the bitter sweet longing. The happiness of the memories and the grief of their death. Every fiber of her believed in this story of devotion, and she was letting the crowd share in it’s message.

Each verse was followd by the sweet sound of the flute, repeating the tune of her voice, without words. As the song travled on, her voice became stronger, as if she was building up to something big. At the end of each similar lyric ‘…Ghost of a rose’ she would emphasize her voice, and turn to belt falsetto. She wanted thme to share in her passion, her love, her kindness and her undying spirit.

And finally she finished her first song. Her voice trailing off into silence, then replaced with applause. She looked up, gratefully, and bowed her head to the crowd. It meant the would to her. It always did.

[Krisa]

[Krisa]

12th Day of Fall 513

Now it was time for the final song. The crowd pleaser. This song had become known to the regulars at the Demise. It was the song that brought the most joy to everyone. Krisa smiled and yelled out “Are we all ready for a toast!?” The cry was met with roaring assent. Clapping, and cheering and the clinking of glasses together. Laughter and merriment rung out in all four corners of the Demise. “I did not hear you! Are we ready to make a TOAST!” She called even louder, cupping a hand to her ear. Cheers again, louder this time “Well who am I to deny you of this!” She called

And the tapping of her feet began. Hands clapped all around the room to the heavy beat of the tune. Everyone knew it well by now, and everyone joined in happily. Krisa sung loudly and with as much gusto as she could muster. Her goldfinch fluttered around the room, dodging hands, and chirping, before landing on her shoulder again. The instrument that could convey such sadness suddenly became alive with a different kind of beauty. The flute was used to keep the song going in the breaks between singing and playing.

Eventually the song ended with a loud series of chants
“HEY HEY HEY HEY”
And roar of the crowd was exhilarating. Krisa gave the familiar bow of her head, and thanked the crowd for their time, before exiting the stage with a happy grin on her face. How could she have gone almost 17 years of her life without the beauty of song and merriment? ‘Did you see me Lem?’ she thought ‘It was for you… it’s always for you’