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Post by bumpy on Jun 7, 2009 13:59:52 GMT -5
Bumpy kept his eyes on the girl performing, ignoring the interruption for the most part. He figured it was just some harlot wanting extra cash until he looked over to see the well dressed woman. He looked at her for a moment, thinking. He looked around and saw a few empty seats. Why this one was any different, he didn't know. What he did know was that this girl just brought him back to reality from the fantasy world he was given whenever he came to a show.
"And yet, it seems that I'm sitting here now. There're other seats here." He waved her off and turned his attention back to the stage. "Pick one."
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Post by valerie on Jun 7, 2009 15:00:24 GMT -5
She scowled at him, her manners apparently lost on him. She didn't flaunt her feminine whiles. That was appalling and, she thought, rather detrimental to earning any type of respect.
Some rather uncultured man shouted for her to sit down already from a few rows back. She huffed, then sat right next to what should have been her seat, most displeased.
"A gentleman would have moved. I simply prefer the seat you happen to be presently occupying." Valerie whispered harshly.
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Post by bumpy on Jun 7, 2009 15:44:48 GMT -5
Bumpy looked back at the man who yelled for her to sit and grinned. He was one of his guys. One of the guys he worked with, anyhow. The place was crawling with them this night. He breathed a laugh, smiling while stroking his chin, but keeping his eyes on the performer.
"Hate to break it to you, toots, but I aint no gentleman."
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Post by valerie on Jun 7, 2009 17:32:06 GMT -5
"Clearly," Valerie spoke aggravated, but not disgusted like some other girls would have. She was sitting here. Next to him. But out of sheer pride than any sort of comradeship or needing to prove there shouldn't have been any distinction between social classes. There should be. But she was still sitting here.
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Post by bumpy on Jun 7, 2009 23:28:36 GMT -5
Bumpy smirked, amused at the girl's haughtiness. He pulled his hat down lower over his eyes and slouched a bit in his seat, looking back to the stage. He loved to tease. It was funny to him. He had to get his kicks one way or another.
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Post by valerie on Jun 8, 2009 14:52:27 GMT -5
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him slouch. She grasped her purse tightly at her side with her right hand in irritation. Slouching! She'd love to see her father reprimand this arrogant man. She shouldn't be sitting here. If anyone saw her... Oh, but she couldn't leave! That's exactly what he wanted. For her to leave and give up. Besides, the performance was still going on. She would hate to look so rude to the girls who were doing a very fine job indeed.
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Post by bumpy on Jun 8, 2009 17:14:13 GMT -5
While the other men in the room were hooting and hollering like a bunch of wolves when the girl finished her performance, Bumpy had to shake himself awake, a pretty good sign that it was time for him to leave. Lucky for him, he had the next day off and he planned to take full advantage of it to catch up on his missed sleep. He stood, but a hand grabbed the sleeve of his coat.
"I'd stick around a little longer, Bumpy," said the man next to him. "You aint gonna wanna miss this one."
With a sigh, he fell back into his seat, hardly interested in whoever it was that would would take the stage next.
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Post by Sonkai Bengalo on Jun 9, 2009 21:21:54 GMT -5
Sonkai strutted onto the stage in her red and black lace number that usually got the boys attention. She held a lace fan in front of her face, but most of the guys here would recognize her legs, which were in plain view since she was holding her dress up. She began singing a popular tune and dancing to the beat. Most men didn't come here to listen to her sing but rather to watch her dance. It was as if she was one with the music, her body moved erotically to it. It drove the men crazy, but she never spoke with the men. Only danced for them and even then she danced more for herself than for them. This was the only time she felt at home unless she had an open road in front of her and there weren't many of those in this city.
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Post by valerie on Jun 10, 2009 0:48:50 GMT -5
The next girl, who Valerie had never seen performing before, looking intriguing enough, her dark eyes and hair. Although Valerie quickly realized what her choice of costume was for and what the man who told Bumpy had obviously meant.
The song Valerie did recognize, though the tempo was changed to match the particular choice of dance. Valerie's ears burned with embarrassment, hearing the man clap and whistle whenever the girl happened to show a bit more leg or roll her hips in a certain way. She was rather unaware Medda ran such an establishment. Maybe Medda simply had more taste, a veteran singer such as she more than likely would have.
Valerie felt bad for the girl, clearly a good singer, that much Valerie could tell. And otherwise Medda would not have hired her. But the way the men leered at her... Shameful. Perhaps Valerie would stick to Medda's performances and the comedy acts. Vaudevillian theatre was beneath her social standing, she knew, but she did so enjoy it. That is, when it wasn't so... debauched.
Valerie stood and attempted to not make such a scene of herself leaving her seat.
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Post by Sonkai Bengalo on Jun 10, 2009 15:48:42 GMT -5
Sonkai paid no attention to the crowd, she did this for no one but herself and if they happened to enjoy her performance that was good for them. This was her only chance to be free in this wretched city and she lived for the moments when she could come up on this stage and dance and sing to her hearts content. It reminded her of being with her family, where inhibitions were a bad thing and everyone did exactly as they wanted.
She firmly believed thats why people discriminated and hated her kind so much. They yearned for the freedom the Rom felt but they could never exercise that emotion. They were too caught up in what everyone else thought of them. Finishing her first song, Sonkai walked toward the piano and whispered in the musicians ear the name of the next song she wanted him to play.
She lifted the violin and started playing the first few notes of the haunting song that had become one of her favorite since being force to leave home. Once she began to sing, a hush fell over the crowd and even the men calmed themselves for the most part.
Oh ro soon shall I see them;
Oh he ro see them oh see them.
Oh ro soon shall I see them the
mist covered mountains of home.
There shall I visit the place of my birth
And they'll give me a welcome the warmest on earth
All so loving and kind full of music and mirth,
In the sweet sounding language of home.
Oh ro soon shall I see them;
Oh he ro see them oh see them.
Oh ro soon shall I see them the
mist covered mountains of home.
There shall I gaze on the mountains again,
On the fields and the woods and the burns and the glens,
Away 'mong the corries beyond human ken
In the haunts of the deer I will roam
Oh ro soon shall I see them;
Oh he ro see them oh see them.
Oh ro soon shall I see them the
mist covered mountains of home.
Hail to the mountains with summits of blue,
To the glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew.
To the women and men ever constant and true,
Ever ready to welcome one home.
Sonkai drug out the last few notes of the song before setting the violin down and giving the crowd a bright smile. Taking a bow Sonkai walked off of the stage to change before she had to start tending to the customers drinks. Medda liked her girls to both perform and work the floor. Sonkai didn't mind most days, but today she wished she could just go to the park and wonder around all day.
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