"You better work fast," Wik grins. "You might be called at any moment."
Up on stage, Bianca sits at the piano. After a moment of pause, her head tilted as if listening for something to inspire her, she begins to play.
Whoever said that rock piano was impossible never met a Bright Shiner on a mission. The beat is fast, the tempo driven on by the fierce, rhythmic chords of the keyboard. It's a challenge, picking up the spirits of all of the bar patrons who hear her, urging them on, especially when she begins to sing. Her voice carries the challenge, the quick, forceful chords of the piano carry the urgency of it.
"Gotta fight- gotta strike- 'cause there's no turning away From what you don't want to know. Gotta see- gotta be- If they're all going astray, Don't let them take you in tow.
You're a one-man shift in the weather... You're the woman who just won't sell... Climbing up, I'm ringing the belllllllll-
Ooh-Ooh-Ooh you're gonna make your- mark this time... Ooh-Ooh-Ooh you gotta set your- hope on fire..."
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Date: 2009-05-02 09:00 am (UTC)From:Up on stage, Bianca sits at the piano. After a moment of pause, her head tilted as if listening for something to inspire her, she begins to play.
Whoever said that rock piano was impossible never met a Bright Shiner on a mission. The beat is fast, the tempo driven on by the fierce, rhythmic chords of the keyboard. It's a challenge, picking up the spirits of all of the bar patrons who hear her, urging them on, especially when she begins to sing. Her voice carries the challenge, the quick, forceful chords of the piano carry the urgency of it.
"Gotta fight- gotta strike-
'cause there's no turning away
From what you don't want to know.
Gotta see- gotta be-
If they're all going astray,
Don't let them take you in tow.
You're a one-man shift in the weather...
You're the woman who just won't sell...
Climbing up, I'm ringing the belllllllll-
Ooh-Ooh-Ooh you're gonna make your-
mark this time...
Ooh-Ooh-Ooh you gotta set your-
hope on fire..."