Organization XIII~ If Given another Chance in Life…

Lea frowned when he saw that Myde had in fact left the building. He wondered if the noise was distracting to him then why was he an musican. They were used to the loud noise in concerts? Was it because the other guy wasn't in the spotlight? Whatever the reason the red head thought of going after the musicain. Heck he had time on his hands and there was no problem with speaking with your rival. He quickly caught up to Myde and blocked him from going any further. "I thought that you were used to loud noises? It is no different than concerts." he replied looking at him.

 

Myde stretched his arm out to get any kinks out of it. It was odd to see Ale approach him and seemed to want to even talk to him. "That's exactly it. I can't stand it 24/7 like you may think I do. There are times where I prefer tranquility as well."

 

Markie walked back to her cafe. (Because she lived on the second floor of it.) She entered the front of the cafe, moving into the kitchen and taking out some supplies.

It was nice and quiet in her cafe, and only sign that someone was in was that the lights were on, and the smell of chocolate fudge brownies swam through the area.

Markie sat down in front of the cafe's piano, cracking her knuckles. The brownies wouldn't be done for a while.

She played the song Neopolitan Dreams, by Lisa Mitchell. She sighed gently, stroking each of the keys effortlessly. She started to sing along with the piano.

"You'll go n I’ll be okay,
I can dream the rest away
Its just a little touch of fate, it will be okay
It sure takes its precious time, but it’s got rights and so have I"

"I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeves
You couldn’t be alone, the time I feel like I am walking blind
I have no where I’ll have time"

"There are no legible signs

I like the way that you talk,
I like the way that you walk.
It’s hard to recreate such an individual game"

"You wait you turn in the queue,
You say your sorries and thank you’s
I don’t think you’re ever
A hundred percent in the room
You’re not in the room"

"Deepest, of the dark nights
here lies, the highest of highs
Neopolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea

You wait you turn in the queue,
You say your sorries and thank yous
I don’t think you’re ever
A hundred percent in the room
You’re not in the room"​

 

Markie ended her song and closed the lid of her piano.

"Sorry... I got a little carried away there..."

She sat on one of the stools of the bar, and swung he legs back and forth.

"So... do you sing or play any instruments?"​

 

Lea chuckled as he shook his head as if half amused with the other musican's words. "Oh stop trying to be so innocent. You enjoy screaming fans raising their lungs and hormones over you as much I do. There is no point in denying the possibility of wanting all of the attention. Even after it is over you end up alone, with nothing to do with yourself," he added swooshing his hair back a bit to get his bangs out of his eyes.

 

Markie smiled at Aiden. "I love all kinds of music, classic included. Go for it! I love to sing, though I'm a bit of a shy about it. I'll admit it only this once; I can't handle a crowd bigger than the people that watch me here at my little cafe"
Markie grinned big, and chuckled lightly.​

 

ooc: can't add more WHAT? xD D8D

bic:

Markie actually, I have a guitar on the stage. You can use that one if ya want to. And-- I'm shy about singing 'cause... I'm not used to all the staring.... what if I do something wrong? What if they think I suck? I couldn't bear it if anyone told me that I sucked."
Markie put an elbow on the bar-table with her chin in her palm.​

 

ooc: how in the L did that happen?
bic:

Markie smiled. "It's behind the right curtain."

She drummed her fingers on the counter of the bar. She watched him search for the guitar in interest.​

 

ooc: what-what happened? I asked you first! 8D

bic:

"Hmmm... Over the rainbow?"Markie grinned at him like a little child would to a camera.​

 

Markie grinned like a child at the candy store. She loved this song, her dad used to play it to her on his ukulele when she was a little girl.

She found herself humming to the song as well.​

 

Markie smiled, and clapped her hands lightly.
" Much more impressive than chewing gum and walking, I'm afraid." Markie giggled, and continued to hum along with Aiden, enjoying the sound of the guitar.​

 

Markie laughed breath-lessly.
"Number One to be exact! *chuckle* Now-- how about those brownies?"
Markie slid off of the stool and skipped into the kitchen, casting a smirk Aiden's way.​