Megara Candlebright
Witch
Wicked Times Bartender
it was done by my double[on:she's a rebel][of:she's a saint]
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Post by Megara Candlebright on Feb 24, 2008 16:03:56 GMT -5
Wednesdays were Open Mike Night at Wicked Times, and it was always a crapshoot as to whether the performers would be any good. There were regulars like Mikey V who always seemed to believe they were only one performance away from being discovered and getting a record deal, and there were always at lesat one or two first-timers trying for a shot at fame, or who were just bored and wanted something to do.
Overall, Wednesdays weren't Meg's favourite night to work. There was usually at least one good performer, and occasionally they'd hear someone really talented, but most of the time it was awful. The biggest crowd of the night were family and friends of the performers; the dance crowd was rarely there and few people came in just to hear untested singers.
Still, the tips were good on Wednesdays, especially from performers' proud parents. And so far, the night hadn't been too bad to listen to, either.
{Open!}
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Robert Shaw
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Criminal
I was a child once, the fear of the world in my eye
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Post by Robert Shaw on Feb 24, 2008 20:54:27 GMT -5
Pros, Joes, lost bet fools, drunkards, those with actual talent and those with none. They all were heard, all had some sort of motivator and yet most probably only did nothing more than drove normal people to scotch or the drunkards back to their personal poison. Either way he didn't really give a damn, the night club really wasn't top of his list of hideaways but it was confined within Knockturn Alley's protective embrace. Diablo knew he existed, knew he frequented for amusement and asylum and knew he stayed mostly to the shadowy walls - he found out rather fast that the hit wizards were constant companions as well. She also apparently had no quarrels with him, but then few really would want quarrels with a man whose reward for capture was enough to provoke anyone who even looked at him funnily to suddenly disappear without a trace.
As another performer left the stage with what appeared to be a tomato plastered to his front (it could have been blood), leaving the stage open to any other another patron who dared to take his place. It was ironic really, here he was hiding in a building crammed full of people, most young, most either too focused on their enjoyment or too drunk to give a damn and yet Robert almost found himself tempted to walk up there. It wouldn't be for long, only fifteen seconds or so just to see how many killing curses would come his direction. Almost.
He really didn't feel like dying in a place such as this after all he had managed to "accomplish", And although the irony was immense and it brought both a smirk and a brief chuckle to his hidden face, it just didn't seem fitting but then, nothing did of late. He didn't like the music at all, and he didn't much appreciate the combination of odor that smoke and stomach contents provided but he did like it's availability as a recruitment ground. There really wasn't anything more satisfying then watching Knockturn's youngest visitors verbally sign their souls away...it truly was perfection at its simplest.
The bottle of gin (which he had and would continue to have emptied of it's alcoholic contents and refilled with water) was raised for the now third time into the air in the attempt of getting someone's attention. If it failed again - what with the third time being the charm and all - he might just take it upon himself to throw it at the stage...someone would notice him then, no?
Probably not.
(Let's make this interesting, shall we? Sorry for not giving you much, but you didn't leave me much to go on as far as her location...or maybe my brain's just mush...)
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Post by Benita Hendrix-London on Feb 24, 2008 23:14:03 GMT -5
How did it feel to be a married woman? Obviously... it was amazing. Beni Hendrix-London (who would not let go of Hendrix anytime soon) was amazed at the different kind of closeness that was generated between Mr. and Mrs. London right after their vows were exchanged. It transformed her soul, it changed her purpose in life...
But enough of that, right? This was a night of some light hearted leisure-time, where she wanted nothing but to go from leaving late from work to go to karaoke and then settle into bed with her husband. It wasn't wild, but it was unordinary.
As she stepped out of DLC, she sent out a note to Ben telling her where she'd be and that he was welcome to come, and then apparated straight to Wicked Times, hoping she could catch up with Reina, but was unlucky to do so. Instead, she found the wonders of the stage, and the music, and sat down next to a small table. Her eyes flared with ambition as she watched the upcoming singers, and she calculated her move to go up there and sing her heart out.
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Megara Candlebright
Witch
Wicked Times Bartender
it was done by my double[on:she's a rebel][of:she's a saint]
Posts: 90
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Post by Megara Candlebright on Feb 24, 2008 23:46:18 GMT -5
More people seemed to be filing into the club than on most Wednesdays. Somebody must have a lot of friends. She noticed a man in the crowd raising a bottle of gin--really? He brought a drink in with him? He was clearly trying to get some attention, and she could only assume it was a bartender he wanted.
Making her way over to the man, she passed a young woman, perhaps a year older than she, who looked like she was contemplating her own time up in the limelight. "Oi, go for it," she encouraged in passing. "Sign-up sheet's just that way, and he'll announce you and everything."
She moved on, and as she came up to the man she almost did a double take. She recognized him, of course, but hadn't expected to see him in public. "Looks like we've got a bonafide celebrity in our midst," she said passively, though loud enough for Shaw to hear. "How can I help you tonight?"
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Robert Shaw
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I was a child once, the fear of the world in my eye
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Post by Robert Shaw on Mar 3, 2008 21:43:59 GMT -5
"Looks like we've got a bonafide celebrity in our midst, How can I help you tonight?"
Bonafide celebrity? Well, those weren't exactly normal words to fall upon his ears but then, whhile within the enveloping safety of Knockturn Alley they were ones he supposed he should have considered. Ironically however they were the first acknowledgement of his presence all night - unless you counted that wasted bloke who thought he was some chap named Harrows... Oh well, drunks were drunks and always would be, that fool of an auror Corrion would more than suffice for an example if it came to it.
"Celebritism is all a matter of perspective dear, always and forever only a matter of perspective." The man had lowered his bottle during the time the girl young lady had approached and set it off to one side. His steel grey eyes peered forth from his rather homely shadow with a small twinkle in them as his brain purposely stalled upon a response to her inquisition. Tormenting people was just oh so ruddy fun.
"How can you help me, a fine question indeed considering you're still standing there while knowing whom it is you face." Robert began, folding his hands together on the table before him. "Let's start with something painfully simple shall we? The bottle, fill it with water if you'd be so kindly inclined?" One could only find amusement in a club if one was both sober and unhindered by outside stimuli and while one could not trust anyone nor much of anything in Knockturn, he was quite certain that water was probably the only thing he could.
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Megara Candlebright
Witch
Wicked Times Bartender
it was done by my double[on:she's a rebel][of:she's a saint]
Posts: 90
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Post by Megara Candlebright on Mar 3, 2008 22:53:16 GMT -5
The man was trying to intimidate her, that much was clear. Would it be better for her to play along and act put off or even scared, or to show a little spirit and ignore his ominousness? Meg chose to follow her true feelings, and therefore the latter. She knew she was quite low in the ranks--to the point where he might not even recognize her as one of them--and decided sarcasm might catch her in his memory, even if not in the best light.
"One bottle of water for the boring customer, coming right up," she said, careful only he would hear her. "I mean honestly, who comes to a club and doesn't even have a drink?"
Still, she made it up to the bar and back posthaste; bottle filled with water just as he'd asked. "Here it is, then. On the house," she added, keeping an almost playful tone. He couldn't have expected her to charge him for water.
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Post by Benita Hendrix-London on Mar 4, 2008 19:51:57 GMT -5
Beni put on a huge smile as she nodded at the bartender. "Aye aye! A dream come true, this is!" She got off the stool and went over to where she needed to sign up. Lucky her there was a very little wait time before she would come up and sing some good old original. She wasn't sure what she wanted. She wasn't too much in the mood for a Muggle song, and so she preferred to scroll down the list of songs to a 70s favorite that almost every witch and wizard knew if they had enough sense in them to own a radio at some point.
She took the stage once the person before her finished and she took on a huge smile as the microphone floated in front of her. "Now to the stage, Miss Beni Hendrix-London! Quite a mouthful there, lass! Alright, get ready for the 70s classic, 'Moonlit Crystal'."
Beni gave him a thumbs up and the song started up, with the lyrics within sight, but she didn't need to read it. If 18 years with two mums showed her anything, it was that life was a musical, and this song was in the soundtrack. The imitation of the song had a cheesy artificial beat to it, which started out slow and then dipped into a catchier, faster tune.
"Moonlit Cryyystaaaal.... Show me what's diviiiiine Make him want meeeeee..... Make him miiiiiiiiiine....!"
Her voice was nothing ugly. It was actually sort of pleasant. And while she was no professional singer, at least she was always on key. For a moment Beni contemplated whether or not she wanted to add some embellishment to her voice, but quickly rejected the thought. It made her sound nervous. Instead, she focused on moving to the beat and singing her heart out.
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