http://loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] mogget_cat 2009-05-03 08:14 pm (UTC)

He laughs. "Then I'll have to introduce you."

He hears his name called and nearly chokes on his bourbon. "Shit! I forgot about that..." He glances around and takes a last drag of the cigarette before snuffing it out. The glass he takes with him: might as well go all out, right?

He makes his way to the stage, and it's possible that some of the more sensitive people near the front are feeling a tingling as his nervous energy slips out. He manages a sly grin to the crowd; he's a bit more familiar having eyes on him, but he hasn't sung in a long time. "My most sincere apologies to Frank," he offers as the music starts.

He starts to sing, glass in hand. He's...not bad. He lacks the polish of a professional singer, but there's some raw talent there. As he becomes more comfortable, his tone becomes warmer and less strained.

The summer wind, came blowin' in - from across the sea
It lingered there, touched your hair and walked with me
All summer long, we sang a song then we strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts and the summer wind

Like painted kites, those days and nights went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath a blue umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man one day it called to you
I lost you, to the summer wind...

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