Post by Gianna Mancini on Jan 7, 2012 19:35:13 GMT -5
"Thank you," She said softly when he said she had his support and perhaps a little nudge should she need it. Gianna was certain that she needed both, as finding her place on the streets had been difficult enough, she couldn't even imagine what it might be like backstage at a place like Caprice. It was a rare thing for this orphaned girl, whose only unconditional support had come from a nun who happened upon her. She hadn't parents to count on, nor friends to turn too - until now, where it seemed she was slowly beginning to gather them.
"My eyes aren't much," Gianna said with a shake of her head, they always seemed to large for her face and rather boring, the color of darkly muddy water, not the bright pastels of some of the other girls. But her voice, her voice was another matter entirely and she could admit to a little pride as she turned to look at Mag, letting a smile tug at the corners of her mouth. "I'm not sure what an angel sounds like when they sing," Gianna said, lifting a hand and pushing a strand of dark hair out of her eyes. "But I like to think that perhaps I come close - I do know that when I sing...I feel as though I could take on the world."
"My eyes aren't much," Gianna said with a shake of her head, they always seemed to large for her face and rather boring, the color of darkly muddy water, not the bright pastels of some of the other girls. But her voice, her voice was another matter entirely and she could admit to a little pride as she turned to look at Mag, letting a smile tug at the corners of her mouth. "I'm not sure what an angel sounds like when they sing," Gianna said, lifting a hand and pushing a strand of dark hair out of her eyes. "But I like to think that perhaps I come close - I do know that when I sing...I feel as though I could take on the world."
