There Oughtta Be a Rule

Dramatis Personae
(in order of appearance)

Summary: Wine, women and song. And darts.

IC Date: early October 2014
OOC Date: May 5, 2008

There Oughtta Be a Rule

Callahan's Crosstime Saloon, Lakewood

Victoria enters, and pauses for a moment at the entrance, looking around, as if deciding whether to come further in. The decisive action is to proceed. Recognizing several people whom she knows, she gives a waves and a soft-spoken "Hello," as she passes by.

Thom gapes.. his face goes through about 5 different expression before settling down on confusion, with a hint of WTF. And, yes, for those of you keeping score at home, that's a blush on his cheeks. It takes him a few moments to find his words.. in fact, they don't seem to come at all, until he sends down the rest of his drink to go find them.. ahhh, there they are. "Miss Nevyn.. I have half a mind to accuse you of cheating.", he finally quips, smiling weakly. "But a challenge is a challenge, by George."

Kaylee works quickly freeing first a mic-stand, then a mike from the cart she rolled over. Those two set up, she feels around for the edge of a door and pulls it open to release the hounds of…. ermm.. nope, it's just a television monitor inside the cabinet with the inputs on the top along with the selector keys for the songs. Shelved behind another door is the selection books. Someone was bored if they went through the trouble of setting up that thing.

Lilias sits for a moment, then grimaces a little, both hands going up to her ears a moment. She rubs lightly, then finds herself watching the crowd. She stiffens a little, looking about before settling back in her chair and putting her hands in her lap. She fidgets a bit as they are clasped together. Her gaze drifts from table to table, person to person.

Devlin rummages in his coat and then hands Lily a little box of ear plugs. They won't block out everything, but enough to protect her hearing. He grins and says, "Why you never think to bring them I don't know…or you do and just figure I should lug them around." He looks around and then says, "Would it be cheating if I did arm wrestling?"

Sara stand near the bar, Lilias and Devlin have a table off to the side where it's not too loud, and there's lots of people here tonight many of them buying others drinks for some sort of sports victory that seems to get mentioned occasionally. Next to Sara is the scruffy, unshaven guy who has had a couple of drinks already and she's whispering to him, trying hard to be heard over the sounds in the bar while Kaylee sets up in a corner. "Cheating? Me? Why, didn't I tell you I had this outfit from when I sang with Stagio's band? And I got challenged to sing tonight. Though, considering how loud it is, I doubt anyone will hear me… so perhaps Darts is a better past time for me tonight."

Thom wrinkles his nose at Sara, clearly having a hard time keeping his eyes from roaming. He fixes that by looking over at the stage, where, in fact, Sara and Sara's outfit are *not*. "Yeah, well.. it looks.. uhm.. good on you. I'm.. ahh.. sure you'll break a few hearts this evening, Miss Nevyn.", he murmurs, quietly enough so that his words likely get lost in the din of the crowd. He grins, then, and looks back at her, seeming to recover quite a bit of his composure from one second to the next. Hooray alcohol! "So.. darts! Shall we?"

Sara nods and will ask, "Who goes first?" as she quietly moves on over toward the dart board to pick out a set for herself.

Lilias doesn't seem to hear Devlin at all. Her expression is rather blank, almost zoned out at this point. Overload, maybe? She blinks as she sees Devlin holding out the box of earplugs. She takes them with a smile of gratitude to Devlin and puts them in. He's rewarded for lugging such heavy things about with a soft kiss to his mouth. "Thank you," she offers him. "too much going on. Loud voices, too many conversations."

Mike glances up, finishing up on the mug he was wiping down. "Why, you are, of course!" he says to Sara, not missing a beat.

Devlin nods and says, "That's why you need those." He watches Sara and Thom curiously, figuring that trying to help Kaylee with equipment she knows far better than him won't be so good. He waves to Victoria and the others,, trying to watch everything going on at the same time really.

Thom follows after Sara, quite pointedly *not* looking at her.. much. He has, however, grabbed another drink. If he's planning to have a drinking contest later, he's certainly setting himself up for a fall. In fact, given the slight sway to his steps, he's not very likely to do well at the darts either. Frankly, should he even be allowed near sharp objects at this point? The spirit of comedy says: Yes. Thom grins as Mike announces that Sara goes first. "'xactly!", he exclaims, and then smiles brightly at Sara, bowing slightly. "Beauty b'fore age, tha's the way it goes, right?"

Kaylee chuckles softly as she works at setting up the machines. All the wired and cables hooked up. She steps over to the wall and feels around for plug-in. Slipping that into place the machine lets out a loud bleep, then quiets to a humm. That does she stands and reaches up to adjust her own earplugs. Yeah, better than fainting form sheer volume scrambling her brains.

Lilias looks towards Kaylee's machine of doom. That's what it is. Lily sits back a bit more, leaning into Devlin slightly. She rubs at her ears again, the plugs helping. She does look towards the darts then, ready to watch.

Victoria comes back to the group and says softly, "Well? Have I missed anything? Are we having fun yet?"

Sara ohs and blinks at Mike's and Thom's declarations. Well, she doesn't argue. Just steps up to the line. She takes a moment to wait, hoping for things to go a little more quiet. Glancing around … count to three … concentrate on the dart board … and three shots. Not a bad score in the first round. Then she turns and gives Thom a smile, "Your turn." she says as she steps back.

Devlin sighs as something happens and he digs through pockets til he finds his phone. Eying it he groans and then says, "Stupid rich clients…I've got to head to the tower and get their piece ready."

Lilias nods to Devlin and kisses his cheek. She looks around at the crowd a bit, then stands, following him out.

Thom returns Sara's smile widely. "Not bad, not bad, Miss Nevyn. But you forget, you're dealing with the world-famous True Thom, so named because of his faultless aim! Watch, and despair!", he declares, putting down his drink, and by some miracle not missing the table. He then picks up his darts, and narrows his eyes, sticking his tongue out a bit in concentration, and then he launches the dart. somewhere to the left, there's the sound of a glass crashing to the floor, and Thom winces. "Err.. sorry! I'll pay for that!", he calls out, and quickly readies his second dart. This one actually hits near the target.. as in, the wall near the target. He gulps, and smiles weakly. "Sorry, getting warmed up, you know. that one didn't count, right?", he says, and looks around hopefully.. then sighs. "Yeah, thought so. Alright, alright, fine, time to stop playing around.", he murmurs, and narrows his eyes again.. pulls back his arm.. aims.. moves his arm forward.. and then he's bumped by a large man and a splash of beer trails down his back. He yelps as the cold liquid makes him jump, releases the dart.. and it hits the bullseye, dead center, tying Sara's score with a single shot. "Ay!"

Sara blinks looking at the shot. "I say, and you were accusing me of cheating? Cold Beer down your back must be an omen of good things to come." she murmurs as she steps forward and reaches up to pull out her three darts. "I guess we need a tie breaker." she adds, glancing about while there's clapping and a fair amount of laughter from the crowd at Thom's last shot.

Thom grins ruefully at Sara. "Hey, I'm not cheating.. I'm just *that* good.", he teases, then steps back. "Remind me again what our bet was for when you inevitably lose, my dear?", he asks, winking at some of the people cheering for him.

Kaylee hmms softly as she makes her way back over to the bar proper. She leans against it and waits for one of the bar keeps to come over to her. She asks for some tea to take the edge off.

Sara gives a slight, crooked smile. "We'll see." she says simply before taking a position at the line again. This time she's definitely concentrating. Controlled breathing, focusing on the target, someone might think she doesn't like to lose. Another round and this time, a better round. She's much more on her mark this time. Though, she's not one to rub it in. Just turns, gives a tiny little curtsy in the tiny little dress, and steps back silently waiting to see just what dish Fate has in store to serve her tonight.

Tiny little dress.. really, there should be some sort of rule about that. It really does get increasingly hard as time goes on for Thom to keep his eyes off the girl.. He blinks at her last few shots, and gulps. "Not bad, Miss Nevyn.. but watch a true genius at work!", he declares, picking up his darts and managing, somehow, to tear his eyes away from his competition. "Ahem..", he says, and tosses the first dart.. lucky shot! No one gets hurt, and he matches Sara's first shot. He grins, relieved. Another moment of aiming.. he throws, and it would have gone too high.. but he stumbles half-drunkenly at the last moment, and again, he matches Sara shot for shot… and now it's down to one last shot.. he gets ready.. he aims..

If Sara is surprised at Thom's throws, the only sign is her taking a deep breath and holding it … watching intently … waiting for the last throw.

Mike leans elbows on the bar, resting his chin in his hands as he watches the self-proclaimed Expert (tm) at work. "Hey batta batta batta…"

Thom aims carefully.. takes a deep breath.. but alas for him, he's not the only one. So does his competition, and guess which one of them is wearing a corset? Oh, dear. There really, really ought to be rules about that sort of thing. Thom's eyes give a truly heroic effort to try and stay on the target.. but Miss Nevyn's outfit proves the victor in this challenge, and when the dart leaves Thom's fingers, his eyes are anywhere but on the target. And the dart? Years from now, people will tell the tale of the Disappearing Dart. From somewhere, a crash is heard, and the dart is gone.. certainly not on the target, nor anywhere people can see. At least no one is screaming in pain. But the dart was never seen again.

Sara breathes again. With a smile. "I believe the bet was for us to let our good friend decide what the victory was worth." she murmurs softly. "You know who. Though I am very curious to find what she decides."

Thom is, at least, gracious in defeat.. though he does slump a little, sighing. "You're an evil woman, Miss Nevyn. Remind me again why we're friends?", he asks, only half-seriously, then adds "I'm sure whatever our friend decides, will be both fair and equitable. And I'll count my lucky stars that the prize was not left to you to choose, for that wicked streak seems to get wider with each passing day.", he teases.

Kaylee clucks her tongue softly as she leans back against the bar. Her cup of tea is lifted for a sip about the time the deep breaths are taken. Some days it's just not fair, is it? She winces a little as she hears the dart sailing off target. Or was it that Thom was trying to fold space and time with it to get it to land between those exposed bits of Sara that a corset soo help with.

Sara turns to check if Kaylee is done with her set up and quietly offers, "Well, then, perhaps as winner I should buy a round of drinks?" and she gestures to Mike to go ahead with a round on her. "At least, before I sing. Little Dahlia isn't here yet, but she wanted to challenge me to a song." she murmurs. "Perhaps when everyone has a drink, you could ask them to quiet down, please, so I can be heard?"

Thom grins at Sara's offer of drinks. "Ahh.. *that's* why I'm your friend.. and to top it off, I actually get to hear you sing? First time for everything.. I'm not so sure I lost, now.", he says, walking back towards the bar to get his drink, and ending up next to Kaylee. "I let her win, you know.", he informs her, as if she'd asked.

Sara is still obviously underage, so just gets a soft drink. But she seems to have the where-withal to cover everyone here, so after a few sips of her drink, she'll reach over and pat Kaylee's hand and ask, "Everything set? Shall I try to sing for everyone?"

Kaylee offers Sara a small grin. "Blue button and you should be heard just fine, hon. " she offers as she sets her tea down. A soft chuckle escaping as she gestures towards the machine. "Books are in the side. I think they are all printed so that everyone can read them."

Victoria takes a seat with the group, with a drink in her hand. "So, what've I missed so far," she says softly to the group.

"Me letting Sara win.. I couldn't bear to break her heart. But don't tell her that.", Thom replies easily as Victoria asks. "By the way.. if you find a stray dart somewhere, I'd.. um.. really like it back."

Mike wanders around, handing out Sara's gifts of liquor, or in one case sliding a mug across to a patron who reaches out neatly and catches it in time. (Someone played Tapper as a kid.) "Books in the side of what?" he asks. "Not the tables, I hope, that'd mean they're getting wobbly."

Sara drinks a bit more and then moves to take the stage. She'll adjust the microphone stand to her height but doesn't bother to get out any books or start any music. She'll do this one a capella from memory. So she clears her throat a moment and waits for people to quiet down.

Kaylee hmms softly as she rises and slips over by memory to where the karaoke machine is set up. She punches down the blue button for Sara as she didn't hear it click from where she was at the bar. A soft humm can be heard as the speakers engage to help Sara's voice to carry better.

Victoria slouches slightly forward in her seat and takes a swig of her drink. "Ah," she says to Thom, "I'll keep it mum then. So the darts contest is already done with?" To Kaylee: "Hi. Did I miss your contribution to the karaoke?"

Sara begins singing in a hushed, sultry voice…

When you're down and so alone like me,
And bewildered by the world we see,
Why do people hurt us so?
Only those who seek love will know,
What a town without pity can do.

The singer's voice is barely a caress on the microphone drawing in the attentions of the listeners and lifting an arm to gesture up to the far off heaven's as she sings with a note of sadness…

If we stop to gaze upon our star,
People talk about how bad we are
Ours is not an easy age
We're like tigers in a cage.
Oh what a town without pity can do…

Sara sways with the music, her hair like a white veil of mystery. She's obviously a trained performer as she knows how to get emotion into her voice. Or perhaps it is truly what she feels when her voice takes on a more pleading tone…

The young have problems, many problems.
They need an understanding heart.
Why don't they help us, try to help us.
Before this grey and granite planet falls apart.

…now turning her face up and singing directly to the mike again, concentrating to be heard with such a soft, whispering voice …

Kiss these eager lips and hold them fast.
I'm afraid our kind of joy won't last.
How can we keep love alive?
How can anything survive?
When those little minds tear us in two …
What a town without pity can do …

Sara ends the song with a very slow, hushed tone…

No it isn't very pretty
What a town without pity
Can …. do ….

Thom grins at Victoria and nods, winking.. and then he turns his attention to the stage.. and it's not hard to predict, he's mesmerized by the young beauty as she begins to sing. Someone might want to remind him to breathe. "Oh.. my.", he murmurs under his breath, as the crowd hushes to let Sara's voice caress them.

Kaylee returns slowly to the bar and greets Victoria with a tender kiss. "My contribution? You mean you want me to sing beyond supplying the equipment?"

Victoria smiles. "Why not?" she says softly to Kaylee. "I'm sure you have a pretty singing voice, y'know." She looks at Thom, and then at Sara, and then back at Thom. "My, my, it looks like Thom has some floaty-hearts fluttering around him."

Sara pauses at the mike as a few people applaud and then goes to get her drink. As she picks it up she blinks and double blinks in Thom's general direction before clearing her throat and saying a soft, "So … I see…

Thom blinks, and jumps as he hears Victoria's words. He looks up into the air above him, and winces, looking somewhat mortified, and then waves a hand over his head. "I think someone's spiked the drinks.", he mutters, and then smiles weakly. "She's.. um.. a good singer. Nearly as good as I expected.", he explains, lamely, and then sinks a little into his seat at the bar, perhaps wishing the ground would swallow him, cheeks quite red under the stubble. Especially as he realizes Sara caught that little display. He lifts his mug, points at it. "It's the alcohol.. maybe it's time I cut myself off for the night, eh?"

Kaylee hmms softly as she cants her head slightly as she grins to Victoria. "Do you have a request? And I'm far from the quality we just heard. Sara's full voice charming tears form several of the folk here."

Victoria arches an eyebrow. "What, me sing? It's been ages since I even tried in earnest, y'know."

Mike ducks out of sight for several seconds, then comes up with a CD and passes it across the countertop to Victoria. "Here, see if this one fits your style."

Victoria takes the CD, looks at at, and raises a slender eyebrow. "Here," she says, after giving it a moment's thought, pressing the disc into Kaylee's hands. "Let's try this."

Kaylee caves into peer pressure. She slowly makes her way back up to the stage. She flips off the blue switch and adjusts the mic back up. The CD that was handed to her is lain atop the machine for Victoria. A soft clearing of her throat and she begins. Two touches and she has a soft beat playing in the background.

~'He was exploring South America, the first to venture there
In an age of change and reason, new discoveries everywhere
Along the Orinoco, the great river corridor
He heard tell of a people who had fled a tribal war

It was said they chose seclusion over death or life as slaves
But in their sheltered grotto, he found only simple graves
And one brightly colored messenger, whom no one understood
Spoke the language of a people who had disappeared for good

So tell me, bold explorer, as you wandered through the leaves,
Did you ponder unknown losses that the very Cosmos grieves?

Was it halting? Was it flowing? Was it lilting and divine?
Was it fearless as your native tongue, mercurial as mine?
Would it pique a linguist's interest? Would it hold a poet's thrall?
Did the words of one strange messenger tell you anything at all?

He kept a careful chronicle, transcribing what he heard
Of the tribe's entire language, there remained just forty words
Complexity and structure, how it tastes and how it sings
Time devoured all but scattered words for scattered things

And can we archaeologists, with bits of sound like runes
Ever paint a living portrait of a people in their tombs?
Could we somehow come to know them? Will we ever even try?
Sifting through linguistic ruins for the clues to how and why

So tell me, bold explorer, as you wandered through the leaves,
Did you ponder unknown losses that the very Cosmos grieves?

Was it halting? Was it flowing? Was it lilting and divine?
Was it fearless as your native tongue, or mercurial as mine?
Would it pique a linguist's interest? Would it hold a poet's thrall?
Do the words of one strange messenger tell us anything at all?

To those who study history, it seems a bitter curse
The loss of language terrible, the lost potential worse
Past and future stories multiplied a thousandfold,
Vanished out of history and never to be told

Were they beautiful and gentle? Would they call us friend or foe?
What wisdom did they live by? What secrets did they know?
It's a symphony reduced to what a single bird can sing
The forest lost their language, and they lost everything

So tell me, bold explorer, as you wandered through the leaves,
Did you ponder unknown losses that the very Cosmos grieves?

Was it halting? Was it flowing? Was it lilting and divine?
Was it fearless as your native tongue, or mercurial as mine?
Would it pique a linguist's interest? Would it hold a poet's thrall?
Do the words of one strange messenger tell us anything at all?'~

As Kaylee takes the stage, Sara mingles about, Victoria watches Kaylee, and so forth, Thom polishes off the last of his drinks, and quietly, easily missed, he makes his way outside.. one might expect him to go back to being little Sara's shadow, but for some reason, he doesn't seem particularly eager to chat her up again right now. Still, he does applaud appreciatively as Kaylee's song draws to a close, before slipping outside.

Victoria applauds as Kaylee finishes her song.

Kaylee blushes darkly as she dips her head and turns to fumble with teh CD, feeding it into a machine then turning back to the mic and calling, "Vicky? I think it is ready for you. Which track did you want?"

Victoria says softly, "Track 1 please," and with that she stands up and proceeds toward the stage.

Victoria stands nervously on the stage, and gives the mic a thumpetythump. After a moment some soft mambo riffs in guitar and piano begin to sound from the speakers and on her cue Victoria breaks into song:

"When the mamba rhyth-" she starts, and stops abruptly, as if taken slightly aback by something. After about a measure or so she catches herself and finds her groove again:

—with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Victoria clears her throat and proceeds to the second verse, slightly off key at first, but improving quickly once she gets more comfortable and confident, her singing softly in a smooth soprano:

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

Victoria has found her groove now, singing, if not outstandingly, then at least competently:

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
You know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

With that, she takes a little bow and steps down.

Mike hmms, flipping through another rack of selections, and finally comes up with a number that he feels he can handle. Actually, he's still pretty lousy at it, but enough of the crowd soon joins in that it hardly matters:

A Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked he'd drunk more than his share
He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet
Then stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.

Later on two young and lovely girls just happened by,
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
You see yon sleeping Scotsman who is young and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt.

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt.

They crept up to the sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Then lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Ws nothing but what God had graced him with upon his birth

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
There was nothing there but what God gave upon his birth

They marveled for a moment then one said we'd best be gone
But let's leave a present for our friend before we move along
They took a blue silk ribbon and they tied it in a bow
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot's lifted kilt did show

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot's lifted kilt did show

The Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled toward a tree
Behind a bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees
Then in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes
He said, "Lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first prize"

Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
He said, "Lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first prize"

Victoria applauds.

Kaylee applauds as well for both songs.

(Mada has arrived.)
(Shane has arrived.)
(Melissa has arrived.)

The Fireside Fill-More Sing-a-Long is in full swing; one of the NPCs is currently renditioning "My City Was Gone". And the mugs are being filled and emptied with jolly regularity, though not so many of them are being tossed tonight.

Mada walks into the tavern, allowing the door to close behind her as she turns towards the bar and nodding her head in greeting. "Soda water and lime, please." She turns to look at the karaoke and winces, shaking her head.

Kaylee chuckles softly as she turns and kisses Victoria lightly on the lips. "You were wonderful. Liked the work I did on that hmm?" A soft chuckle escaping as she blushes darkly.

With Melissa on his arm, Shane slips into the pub. Those shades of his are of course ever-present, not even removed when they've entered the establishment. The man moves merely a trio of steps forward before he is looking sidelong towards his wife and asking, "Where would you like to sit? I assume you desire a table?"

Victoria mms softly at the kiss and finishes her drink. "Thanks," she says in her soft-spoken tone, "and yes." She turns to regard the new arrivals and gives a wave toward the pair of them.

Melissa's eyes go a little wide as she hears what night it is, and she almost looks hesitant until she see's familiar faces. "Well," she says thoughtfully. "People will be performing, it would be most polite of us to take one near the stage. Over there?" she gestures (never points!) over towards the table on the right.

Behind the counter, Mike flips all the way to the end of his CD rack, withdrawing a purple-and-black case and walking it over to Shane. "I think you'll find track four to your liking," he says, simply.

Kaylee grins impishly as she listens to several people work their way through renditions that probably never should have been of songs. "Perhaps I should have put a tuner smoother into the mic to save people."

As soon as Melissa says that people will be performing, Shane takes a better look at the room. Now the familiar faces are eyed and there is a dip of his head vaguely in greeting towards one person or another before he starts to move towards the destination that Melissa gestured to. He pauses of course when Mike approaches. "Mm?" he starts, brows arching as he accepts the CD case and eyes it. A soft chuckle follows soon thereafter. "Perhaps," he says. "Thank you for the suggestion."

Mada takes her soda water and takes a sip, smiling and nodding her head to the bartender before sitting down at a nearby table, crossing her legs and waiting for the next performer.

Melissa smiles warmly to Mike as he approaches, "It's good to see your business doing so very well." she says in greeting to him and then settles into her chair. Kaylee and Victoria are waved to, and she tries to at least catch Mada's eyes.

Mike thanks Melissa, though the actual words involved are swallowed up in the general crowd noise; he bows slightly, careful not to crack his head against the nearest chair back, before returning to field some requests for bottles to be taken down from the top racks.

Shane watches Mike as he departs, though the CD soon enough captures most of his attention. It's enough that poor Melissa needs to seat herself, he's so distracted. As soon as he sees her sitting though he steps forward to brush his lips against her cheek in apology before moving to the chair opposite hers. "Track four was suggested to me. What do you think? Shall you sing it for us instead?" The CD is slid across the table for her to see, even as his grin grows.

Kaylee chuckles softly as she curls up in her seat and listens to the music. Ear plugs firmly in place as she came prepared for bad singers.

Victoria gives a smile toward Melissa and Shane. "So," she says then to Kaylee. "It looks like a pretty good night so far."

Mada turns her eyes from the stage as she feels eyes on her. She looks around and spies Melissa and Shane. She smiles beneath her veil and stands, walking over the table. She asks, "May I join?"

Melissa reaches out to take the CD case, though she smiles with a little shake of her head to Shane, clearly amused. "Ah but my dear, I like other people, and thus do not sing before them." and then she opens it and looks down. A brow rises just a bit and she mm's. "I do not see you as a Freddy Mercury type, really." To Mada's request, she looks amenable, though she does turn a questioning look up to Shane.

Victoria gives a nod and a beckoning gesture to Shane and Melissa. "Sure, it's fine with me if it's okay with our gracious hostess here," she says, nodding toward Kaylee.

Shane offers Melissa the most disappointed look that he can muster. While it's a comical expression, it certainly doesn't appear genuine. "Pity," he remarks. While he may have added more, there's a Maddy approaching. There is a glance to his wife at the question before he nods to her. "Of course," is his simple reply. Then, as an aside to Melissa, he murmurs, "Clearly news of my duet with Aaron has circulated." That grin of his? Does not fade in the least.

Mada sits down at the table and crosses her legs, bowing her head, "Thank you. Are one of you prepared to go up on stage and sing yourselves into fame?"

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