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Post by Charlie Whitt on Aug 9, 2006 19:35:48 GMT -5
Limehouse Blues. It was a classic and so of course every person in first class knew it perfectly. It was likely that one of their hired musicians had played it at a dinner party. It had been requested but the truth was, Charlie was happy to play it. Of course, Charlie usually listened to his sort of alternitive-indie-rock genre but there was a soft spot in him for the classics.
Rings on your fingers
And tears for your crown
That is the story
Of old Chinatown
Charlie whispered as he pounded out the last few notes of the song. Sappy, but that was okay, it was a good song and it wasn't like anyone would've heard him. Right? Charlie stopped for a moment as a few people clapped their hands, quickly stopping to pick up their glass of pinot noir. He pursed his lips as he began to play Beyond the Sea, another jazzy tune popular with the rich and powerful. He coughed a bit as he inhaled the cigar smoke, continuing on with a bit more enthusiasm. He cringed as he saw one of those fake blonde divorceés heading his way. As she passed, her gloved white hand slid over the black piano surface, giving him a little wink. He sheepishly began concentrating again on the keys.
"All right! Any requests?" he asked into the microphone.
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Post by Delilah Lewis on Aug 10, 2006 11:36:17 GMT -5
She'd been napping, she hated to admit. Napping was such an old-woman type thing to do, and by no means was Delilah an old woman. She was young for heaven's sake! Young people shouldn't nap.. but if you were a young person surrounded by old people, with no one your own age to confide in.. you would nap too. But that music.. beautiful piano music was coming in through her air vent in her cabin, and she had to see whom it was that was playing.
She dressed quickly, throwing on a black dress shirt, with a white tank-top underneath it, the dress shirt's button all undone. And a pair of jeans, fitting accordingly, never baggy. Lilah was a classy girl, mind you. And as she entered the room, she looked around for her mother, whom she knew would be here staring in absolute awe of the pianist. Of course.. Delilah had no idea that in about 5 minutes, she too would be standing in awe of the pianist. Not simply because of his skill.. well, you get the picture. She sat down next to her mother on the chair to the left of hers, and watched.. just watched. Nothing had ever kept her attention this well before.. perhaps the boy deserved an award.
But then, what her mother did next nearly killed her.
'Copacabana!'
She cried, clapping her hands in joy. Delilah put a hand to her face in sheer embarassment as all the other rich matrons around them cheered in approval. Ah yes, give them Barry Manilow.. when all goes wrong; Give them the Manilow.
Delilah sincerely hoped that this boy guy knew how to play this song.. if he didn't he had a long night ahead of him. And at the same time De hoped that he didn't.. perhaps then she could get a chance to talk to him.. without being completely shy, for once.
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Post by Charlie Whitt on Aug 10, 2006 12:55:08 GMT -5
Charlie looked up from his playing for a moment to see a girl walk in, dressed simply in jeans which caused a smile to tug at Charlie's face. All the other woman were dressed in evengowns or cocktail dresses but this gril somehow managed to look just as good as the rest of them.
He felt the divorcé woman still behind him and was terribly uncomfortable as her finger lightly continued to skim over his shoulder. He felt his spine straighten and he played the wrong note, feeling terriby uncomfortable until she finally walked away. He looked back over to the girl standing across from him, most likely with her mother. She was obviously a first class girl but there was no denying she was lovely. Forget it, You'd as like have angels fly out of your arse as get next to the likes of her. he thought to himself.
'Copacabana!'
Charlie jerked around, a smile spreading over his face. It was a ridiculous song, it really was, but there wasn't anything else you really would've wanted to hear at that very moment.
"Copacabana it is," he said happily as he started to play, making sure to had lots of hand flourishes and embelishments to the peice. He saw a few people get up and dance which caused him to smile. His smile soon had a different meaning, as he turned to smile at the girl who'd walked in a bit earlier
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Post by Delilah Lewis on Aug 10, 2006 14:11:29 GMT -5
Delilah caught his smile just in time, as she was about to hide her face in embarassment from all of the middle aged women dancing around her on all sides. She returned his smile with a laughing one of her own as she made a face looking around. Her eyes widened slightly in shock as her Mother's friend came and grabbed her by the arms and whirled her around. Delilah's face at first expressed worry and shock, but then melted into a smile as she laughed.. having a surprising amount of fun humiliating herself.
Her mother's friend released her, to go and find her mother, then Delilah took a seat back in her chair, watching everyone dancing, a bemused smile resting across her lips. She gladly took a glass of water from a waiter who stopped by offering it to her, then let her eyes continue to watch the pianist.
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Post by Charlie Whitt on Aug 10, 2006 16:32:32 GMT -5
Charlie's fingers practically killed the keys of the piano as he played the last notes of the song. He was terribly releived that the woman had walked away and had joined her little band of women.
"Thank you, thank you," said Charlie as he took a little bow and the people clapped for him, their claps becoming slightly more robust due to the increase level of alcolol in their bloodstreams.
He gave them one more smile and walked out of the room. Once he had the fresh ocean breeze blowing through his he undid his tie and took of his jacket, finally finishing off by rolling up his sleeves. He looked back throught the window, giving the girl who'd walked in another little sheepish smile.
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Post by Delilah Lewis on Aug 10, 2006 17:00:00 GMT -5
Delilah smiled at her mother, finising off her water then watching the pianist leave. She sighed, thinking perhaps he'd return to his room, and she wouldn't see him again while on the ship. But, out the window, she caught a glimpse of him. And.. was he smiling.. at her? She tilted her head slightly, but returned the smile rather shyly.
"Mom? I'm just going to step outside a moment, okay?" Her mother laughed rather drunkenly in her face, nodding, "Yes! Oh yes darling go have some fun!" Then turned and went back to gabbing with her friends.
Delilah made a face that displayed sheer disgust then turned to leave. She exited the lounge, and turned to the left spotting the pianist. Coming to stand, or lean I should say next to him, she turned. "Hi," This.. was a bit harder than she'd expected. Of course Lilah was no flirtacious outgoing girl.. what had she expected? A sudden change in the universe? He was probably used to more outgoing and fun girls.. she never gave off that kind of vibe at first meeting. It took a very close friend to make her outgoing and fun.
"Er.. I'm Delilah," She nodded, with a very small smile curving onto her lips as she extended her hand after a moment or two.
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Post by Charlie Whitt on Aug 11, 2006 17:02:19 GMT -5
Charlie's piano playing hand took Delilah's in his and he shook it, a big smile on his face. His entire life for the past week had involved the same narrow, rich people throwing tips at him for playing their wedding song. It was like stepping into an ice cold pool on a 120 degree day to be talking to this Delilah girl.
"Charlie," he said happily, turning back to lean on the railing.
"So Miss Delilah," he said quietly but clearly, "You aren't goin through a divorce or midlife crisis so there must be a very interesting, good reason why you're on this ship," he said jovially, drumming his fingers on the railing, not boredly, just out of habit.
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Post by Delilah Lewis on Aug 11, 2006 17:13:56 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you Charlie," Delilah offered with a friendly but quiet tone. She wasn't lying to be polite. It was nice to meet him. It was a nice break from the angsty teens with their eyeliner and spikey hair she "mingled" with day to day. So far, no angst, eyeliner, or odd hair cuts. He was okay with her.
She couldn't help but chuckle at this. "Definately not any of those," Lilah grinned, "I'm just traveling with my family. My Mom, and Dad, and sister. I'm on break from school for a little while." The truth was that she was taking a year off from college, and her mother didn't necessarily agree with this.. thus keeping it quiet from her friends.
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Post by Charlie Whitt on Aug 17, 2006 13:41:13 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you Charlie,"
"Beleive me Miss Delilah," said Charlie with yet another wide smile spreading over his face, "The pleasure is all mine," he said in a voice. Of course, it did not sound like the voice of those overly pompous womanizers, no...His voice was genuine, nearly exasperated.
Definately not any of those, I'm just traveling with my family. My Mom, and Dad, and sister. I'm on break from school for a little while."
"Oooohhh," said Charlie, looking out at the sinking orange orb in the sky, "It's okay...The only college I made it to was a liberal arts college. You can imagine how excited businessman father was about that," he said, a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. He knew what 'taking a break from school' meant. He'd never done it but that was only because he'd genuinely enjoyed college.
"What were you majoring in?" he asked casually.
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Post by Delilah Lewis on Aug 20, 2006 16:29:01 GMT -5
Her lips twitched to form a little smile as she looked over at him intently. Who was this guy? Honestly, she knew his name and all that.. but he seemed so terribly different than what she was used to.
Delilah's smile widened immensely as she laughed quietly. "Exactly, m'dad's the same way." Her eyes rolled up playfully as she kicked absent-mindedly at the base of the railing.
"Anthropology." Delilah answered simply, shrugging slightly. It wasn't something she'd been terribly interested in, but her father had thought that something Scientific might be good for his little girl, and hey.. Analyzing dead people was kind of cool she supposed.
"What about you? You're out of school.. right?"
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Post by Charlie Whitt on Aug 24, 2006 1:45:20 GMT -5
Charlie smiled down at Delilah's feet as they kicked the railing lightly. She was very, very cute in Charlie's opinion.
"Anthropology."
Charlie looked up at the sky for a moment, contemplating, "Hm..You didn't strike me as the scientific sort of girl but I have a friend who's an anthropology," he stopped for a moment, knowing that Delilah might ask something about it, "Yeah...He's been tracking Bigfoot for about 3 years now," said Charlie with a little smile, "I guess it is the most interesting form of Science though...At least that's what they say," he said, giving her a little teasing smile.
"What about you? You're out of school.. right?"
"Yeah...I majored in Music Composition and minored in Piano...Right now I'm applying to graduate school but...I don't know that I want to give this up quite yet," he said, gesturing to the rest of the ship, "So...Delilah, would you do me the honor of getting a drink with me later?" he asked in a quite bashful way, not looking at her.
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Post by Delilah Lewis on Aug 24, 2006 15:12:08 GMT -5
Can we pretend she said yes? I so don't feel like writing it all out xD I can make a new thread if you'd like?
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