[ He had been resting in one of the more secluded rooms backstage, to escape the cold. He woke up to a familiar voice, mildly surprised. Stepping out to the back of the stage, he watched and listening. It was her, alright. No doubt about it; her voice had marked their world, and even those without means knew her name.
When she was done with her song, he stepped out of the dark and into the stage, with slow claps.]
Re: Blind Mag → Repo! The Genetic Opera
Stepping out to the back of the stage, he watched and listening. It was her, alright. No doubt about it; her voice had marked their world, and even those without means knew her name.
When she was done with her song, he stepped out of the dark and into the stage, with slow claps.]
Bravo.