The blonde thought that is was a good idea at the time… Sign up, sing some silly songs that she had written when she was young, most she had been practicing and refining forever. How much different was it than karaoking? Singing in front of an audience was just singing wasn’t it?. It was not like she didn't know her own songs. Most of the songs were about what happened in her life..crushes that went wrong, being drunk, making mistakes. You know… what you write when you are pissed about love or life or whatever. Somehow she thought she would be playing during an artist lunch in. Shoved in a corner singing away, to provide background music while people were eating and drinking cocktails and talking about the last magical art exhibit they attended. No. She did not imagined she would be on a stage, a real stage. Not only that but in front of an audience, that were there just to listen to her.
The fashionista, had walked out onto the stage a bit wide eyed and dry mouthed. She was dressed in her muggle-punk-grunge style she loved so much with an oversized peach t-shirt cut off jeans and merman-net stocking with a bucha decorative chains. She retecked the strings and re-tuned her old acoustic guitar, three times since taking her portkey. She was a little worried she did not have a spare but she was not going to on that now. For she stood in front of the audience. Realizing the microphone which was set for someone a foot above her head, she tried to adjust it. Almost knocking the stand over because she was a little shaky. Luckily a stage hand came out and adjust it for her.
She gave him a thank you, smile but he just gave her ‘a move it along’ motion by spinning his finger like a wheel.
“Ah, yeah okay.” She said before realizing that the microphone was on. “Oh I mean, Bongiorno Festival Delle Arti!” She had practiced this… but it did not meet with the drunken cheers she imagined. So the girl took a deep breath and decided the sooner she sang her songs .. the sooner she could get off stage.
“Well this first one…. is titled; My Heart is Torn...it is about my first love and um... Well I guess you can tell how it ended....” She paused for a laugh. There wasn't any.
Great She wondered if there was not anyone in the audience that spoke English or maybe she just was not that funny. Taking another deep breath Lesleigh closed her eyes allowing her hand to find the cordes. She went through the melody once before she stated the slow song.
My heart is torn
by my love I adore
Are ya mine, am I yours
See me more. see you more?
Walk me ... to my door?
See me…. Any more?
Taste me …. Am I not to be yours?
Keep me… to love me more?
My heart is torn
By my love I adore
Are ya mine, am I yours
I need more, I need more!
Hold me….. So I know, you know I'm here
Kiss me…. So I know you feel
Feel me ... So I know you this is real.
Take me…..My heart is a steal
My heart is torn
By my love I adore
YOU are mine, I am yours
Love me more, love me more?
You see me…. Not any more!
Hate me… For I am a chore!
Be with me… I beg no more!
Leave me… Walk out that door!
My heart is torn
by my love I adore
Are ya mine, am I yours
Any more, any more?
My heart is torn
by whom I once adored
You're not mine, I am not yours
No more, no more.
She went on to sing the following titled songs::
An Angel that Sleeps in My Basement.
Blood all around (heavy is the heart that wears the healer’s gown.)
Missing the Midnight bus.
Tu es grossier
Don’t Talk Tock ( How dare you.)
To Drunk to Apparate
She tried to give a little antidote between every other song. Each song picked up in tempo until the final one was went from rock to more of a punk. “My last is about another relationship I had... this one got a bit dark. Don’t worry I have not killed him … yet.” She got a bit a laugh on that last joke. Smiling Lesleigh began her heavier song by pounding her palm on the guitar before starting.
"I lay down my sweet head
and I dream only of you.
Why can't I see through my brief life of misery
that I dream only of you.
The shafts of light
hit my tear soaked pillow
I wait for the owl to bring me anything
even a hello.
(chorus)
I dream only of you.
and I dream only of you.
I apparate to your door
But you are not home,...anymore
A love is gone, moved far away
Only a true love would have been here to stay.
(chorus)
A year gone by and a dying song
and you stayed away so long
My love I thought since dead and gone
long ago I figured it out I was just your pawn
(chorus)
Now I see you then walking down the Diagon Alley
With your arm around that Sally
I do hate you with all my heart
It's no wonder I sent you that hex fast as a dart
(chorus)
Now, when I lay down my sweet head
and I dream of killing you instead
You made my life fleetingly filled of misery
But now I enjoy making you my history."
(chorus repeated)
Cheer erupted and Lesleigh took a bow, when she righted her face was beaming. She practically skipped off stage. The stage hand gave her a thumbs up. “Thank you!” She said loudly above the dying cheers, but she turned as she soon heard someone near her call her name. She looked around trying to find a familiar face near her.
