Coffee Gothic || Meg Giry INACTIVE

[HEATHCLIFF SILIVASI]

The heady scent off coffee lay thick in the air accompanied by the fresh smell of pastries and muffins, the remnants of an Autumn breeze mixing the two together as the door opened once again and a group of harassed looking business men entered the bustling coffee shop talking quickly, cell phones welded to their ears as they made a beeline for the take out counter. It was a typical New York Day or perhaps the end to one would be more appropriate given that the sky was slowly starting to turn from a soft stormy Grey to a burnished red and through the chaotic atmosphere, the low velvet tones of a musicians singing caressed the ears of the audience, or those who had taken enough time out of their non-stop schedules to surrender to his vocal embrace.

The song chosen was set for release in a matter of weeks and finally, he was starting to get the recognition he deserved. Of course it wasn’t enough yet, no it wouldn’t be enough until he performed in front of a screaming, singing audience, until he could feel the riches this chosen career path would bring him and, until she lay at his side again, perhaps then he would be ‘worth her notice’.

It was a mournful, somewhat spooky melody, titled Jealousy and his voice was deep and sensual, a lot like his rather sexual nature and a reflection on his brooding, yet frighteningly beautiful countenance. Unapproachable, cold and distant yet something about the lyrics, something about the musician himself pulled you in. He was alluring and yes, he knew it. His entire profile exuded a cool concentration, his posture was upright and proud, yet the microphone appeared almost as if it was part of his body, the way he would caress the casing, the way the stand itself moved with him.

He barley stirred yet it was hard to focus on him, like some kind of dark aura blurred him slightly him from sight. A dark, silken scarf lay draped around his hands where they clasped the stand and it fluttered eerily with the lyrics, every small move the singer made catching the scarf at just the right moment so that its drifted on the coffee choked air. So focused was he on the music, that he wasn’t really aware if anyone was truly listening to him and as of right now, he didn’t care all that much.

Behind him he had a musical accompaniment of a bassist, keyboards and a drummer but he stole the stage from them, they were cast into darkness as Heathcliff selfishly stole the spotlight for his own, captivating what audience he had with his smooth, flowing movements and enchanting them into a stupor with his velvet vocals. Gothic was the word to describe the sound; reminiscent of those bands from the 80s The Sister of Mercy, The Cure, Bauhaus. They were his musical influences and it was evident in his unique hum. Though his own guitar stood waiting for him beside the strange, for now he bewitched the small indie coffee shop with his singing alone and it was already enough.

It was most definitely enough.

((WOOO lets get rolling then shall we hun! Thanks for being so patient, sorry it took me AGES xD))

[georgie]

outfit

Dance class today was actually boring. They only discussed costumes for the next show and the Christmas show. The next show was to be Jewels and they had asked Meg Giry to dance the leading female role in Diamonds, the finale. She asked they give that role to Alice Ayers because she felt she was better then her. She then asked to dance a chorus role in the Rubies section, the shortest sections. The directors respected her wishes as long as she would perform the role of Clara in the Nutcracker, their Christmas show, and Juliet in their show in the spring. The little ballerina agreed. Alice was right. Meg wasn't a prima ballerina. She was still a little chorus girl, not worthy of these leading roles.

After their discussion was over, the other ballet girls decided they were going to go to a coffee house in the village to go hear a new up and coming singer perform. They invited Meg to come with them. "Come on, Meg," her friend Julia said, "It'd be fun." "I don't know..." Meg said/ "Come on," her other friend Mary said, "This guy's supposed to be really good." "Well...okay," Meg said, a smile spreading across her face, "I'll go. Just let me go get changed." She went into the changing rooms. She changed from her leotard, tights and skirt into a black corset dress (which was honestly a costume of hers back in Paris), black lace tights and pink Mary Jane heels. She walked out of the changing room pulling on her black fingerless lace gloves and then putting on her purse. Putting her clutch around her wrist, she walked out of the dance school with her friends and started to head to the coffee house.

It was a cool autumn evening as the group of girls walked down the street. Meg had definitely decided on getting a warm drink when they got to the coffee house. "So..." she said to her friends, "Is this singer any good?" "He's the next big thing." Mary told her, "His single drops in a few weeks." "What's his sound like?" she asked. "...I don't know..." Mary admitted, "I've never heard him before." Miss Giry just hoped her was good as they got into the coffee house. The ballerina's made a bee line over to the counter and ordered their warm drinks. They all found tables quickly after they got their drinks. Meg took off her coat and set it on the back of her chair. She ran a hand through her blonde curls as the song began. A sad, melancholy melody began playing and she looked up from her drink. The voice that sang with the melody was different than anything the classical ballerina had ever heard before. She could not take her eyes off the singer. She has never seen anyone like him before. Meg couldn't help but feel drawn to this guy she had never even met. She didn't even know his name. All she wanted to do was listen to him sing and when he was done meet him. "...You okay, Meg?" Julia asked softly. "Shh!" Meg said softly back, "I want to listen." "You sure you're okay...?" Mary asked, "I've never seen you look that way before... "I'm fine..." the pretty blonde ballerina said softly, not taking her eyes of the singer.

((yay, the ball is rolling!!! it's totally fine. I'm glad this is happening :-) ))