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Away From Home – (Chapter: Personal Connection)
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I waited, expectantly, gazing at her perfect features as her eyes remained tightly closed, her fingers rhythmically plucking the nylon strings of her battered acoustic, her soul seemingly laid bare for all to see. Finally her lips parted and that sultry-sexy voice of hers sang out over the quiet of the club – a voice too strong to show any signs of weakness or nervousness; too strong to suggest any of the insecurities she was plagued with. But then again, the majority of her audience had no idea of the truth behind her facade – she was just another singer they felt an inexplicable connection with; another singer that was trying to make it big, singing about issues that related to every individual who cared to listen closely enough to her lyrics. I smiled to myself, knowing that the words emanating from her lips were touching the hearts of all those who heard her song, but also knowing that no matter what personal connection anyone felt they had with the singer behind the music, none was more personal than mine. She had my full attention, and I was certain she had that of everyone else’s as well.
I watched in awe from the shadows, my eyes exploring all of her features – facial, physical – my foot tapping in time with hers as she set the tempo for her piece, my heart leaping as she changed key and her big brown eyes finally opened as her song reached its climax. She couldn’t see me, and I was glad of it. I wanted to be a surprise for her; a surprise guest at her first proper gig.
The spotlight on her shone brighter as the applause erupted from the enraptured crowd, which was soon hushed again as she introduced her final song.
“This one’s dedicated to my father,” she stated casually, smiling as whoops of appreciation came from an unknown source. “You know of him, then?”
Of course they did.
The lights were dimmed again, the soft spotlight falling gently around her slim frame as powerful chords rang out with every swift strum of her right hand. She always refused to use a pick, and after so much practising for this gig, she’d stripped her thumb clean of precious skin. You wouldn’t have known to look at her that she was in pain – but I did. She never flinched, though, even as her strumming became louder and more passionate. Instead her eyes closed once more and her top lip grazed the microphone as she sang. At that moment I realised I couldn’t have been more in love with her.
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Sniffle. Waah. I like it, but then i’m totally, 100% in love with your prose and if my girlfriend finds that out i’m totally busted. Now update Spin, and First to Break, quit your job, and just write these. Or call in sick for a month. Whatever you have to do. Oh, and i’m so winning.. SOOOO winning.
Don’t bet on it babe! lol. Oh and it’s always fun to have an affair with words – they can be as sexy the people who speak them!
Very interesting. Write more soon.
Well, well, well. Sorry to interrupt your little ficcy flirtation :::bats eyes::: but…WHERE THE HELL IS FIRST TO BREAK?!?!?! :::scowls and gives menacing look::: How can there be a smut challenge without updating the fic involved?! As for this story, God dammit – or you dammit or damn yourself or something something – I love it and I hate myself for it. I’m trying to be faithful to my favorite fics and then you have to throw ANOTHER one into it and my fic slutiness is spread even further. And would you believe I never read fanfic until, like, maybe 4 weeks ago when I started commenting on both yours and clomle’s? Ack! You make me sick and I love you for it.
Sniffle. Waah. I like it, but then i’m totally, 100% in love with your prose and if my girlfriend finds that out i’m totally busted. Now update Spin, and First to Break, quit your job, and just write these. Or call in sick for a month. Whatever you have to do. Oh, and i’m so winning.. SOOOO winning.
Don’t bet on it babe! lol. Oh and it’s always fun to have an affair with words – they can be as sexy the people who speak them!
Very interesting. Write more soon.
Well, well, well. Sorry to interrupt your little ficcy flirtation :::bats eyes::: but…WHERE THE HELL IS FIRST TO BREAK?!?!?! :::scowls and gives menacing look::: How can there be a smut challenge without updating the fic involved?! As for this story, God dammit – or you dammit or damn yourself or something something – I love it and I hate myself for it. I’m trying to be faithful to my favorite fics and then you have to throw ANOTHER one into it and my fic slutiness is spread even further. And would you believe I never read fanfic until, like, maybe 4 weeks ago when I started commenting on both yours and clomle’s? Ack! You make me sick and I love you for it.