The Voices of Spring [Relly & Open]

[Deirdre Mahony]

The Auditorium was quiet, abandoned for the most part. The stage lights were burning nicely, keeping the dark room rather warm. The red-furnished seating was darkened, only the first few rows illuminated ever-so-slightly by the glow of the stage lights. Deirdre crossed the stage, seeming to float by the way she walked. It was trick of the trade, really. The kids in the musicals were taught how to tread lightly as they sang so as not to throw of their diaphragm, and thus shake their voice. A slender hand reached out and pushed the power button on a little stereo that was kept to one side of the stage. A faint hum pulsed across the stage floor; feedback from the speakers at either end of the stage's wings. Her baby blue hues danced across the metallic monstrosity of a stereo, and she pushed the play button.

Almost instantaneously, violins struck up a song, familiar to those who were knowledgeable about classical music, or were one of those fortunate enough to have been force-fed that particular genre during their child hood. This was the 'Voices of Spring' waltz composed by Johann Strauss Junior. It was composed in German, and always always sung in said language as well. By the time the violins had finished their introduction, Deirdre was standing at the very front of the stage, fingers grasping the sleeve of her long-sleeved shirt nervously, and her eyes scrambling over the darkness of the pit. Taking in a sharp breath, her mouth opened wide, and she started to sing in a beautifully projective soprano coloratura, the German pronounced expertly, "Die Lerche in blaue Höh entschwebt, der Tauwind weht so lau; sein wonniger milder Hauch belebt und küßt das Feld, die Au!"

[Relly Evens]

He sat all the way in the back of the theater. The velvet red seats were extremely comfortable. When the theater was being unused, it was such a peaceful place to be. A huge, empty place...that's what inspired Relly. Sometimes he liked sitting in the center of the stage, staring at the many seats in front of him, imagining millions of sets and roles. Other times he preferred sitting just where he was, in the slightly dark places, with a small reading light, reading, or writing, of course.

But today seemed different. He was not alone. There was somebody else in the huge, empty theater...and he curiously wondered who. He turned off his flashlight and closed his notebook soundlessly, then stuck his pen into his pocket, where he kept most of his writing utensils. He noticed the figure of a girl from so far away. What she was doing, he couldn't really tell. He wanted to get closer, but his first instinct was to remain invisible in the dark.

The music flowed through the speakers. He listened closely, familiarizing himself with the song, but not really registering it completely. But when she started to sing...Relly's eyes went wide. He leaned forward slightly in his seat, his eyebrows crossed in a concentrated frown, his heart slightly pounding. He had never heard someone sing Strauss like that...

[Deirdre Mahony]

A slender arm was bent, hand waving gently in a three-four as if conducting her every word. Her voice was clear and carried through what she believed to be an empty theatre. Deirdre was one of the only dramatic arts students who had a projectile voice, and so sitting even in the back her voice would be heard quite clearly. "Sonnenschein, ah-ha-ha dringt nun ein, ah-ha-ha, alles lacht, ach, ach, erwacht!"

While she sang Dee held her head high and slightly tilted to one side, her eyes closed and eyebrows raised in an almost motheringly soft way. A smile perched itself upon the lips, her head moving occasionally to accent a word. Slowly, but surely, this song would end, fading out. Deirdre opened her eyes, blinking once or twice. Quickly, she pulled the hair band from her wrist and pulled back her dark locks, twisting her hair into a messy bun. Her eyes traveled across the darkened seats, and surely as they met the nothingness, the violins started again. This time in the famous march by Bizet. Dee took a step back, a deep breath, and started with yet another foreign language, perhaps just as expertly as she had been singing the German.

"L'Amour est un oiseau rebelle, Que nul ne peut apprivoiser, et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle, S'il lui convient de refuser." This time, instead of standing, she began that floating walk, as though pacing. Once, she would throw her head back and sing one of the higher sustained notes, a C over B flat, a smile on her lips, her eyes closed. Again, Deirdre had managed to lose herself entirely in the music. Some could have walked up behind her and she never would have noticed unless they touched her.

[Relly Evens]

His mouth dropped into a perfect "O" as he continued to hear her melodic voice float through the theater, as clear as if he were standing right next to her. It was a breathtaking, beautiful sound...it seemed almost impossible that it was coming from a human girl. Her beautiful facial expressions could be almost clearly seen, though he was sitting so far away, and he could feel the passion.

The song stopped, and his ears rang with the absence of sound. But then a different melody...a much more familiar melody filled up the room. He stood up in sudden amazement. That song...though he did not know the title of it, it brought so many memories to him. he had heard it a countless amount of times. His mother used to sing it...and now, hearing it from her was making him fall into a cold pool of old, filed-out memories. He was walking, without really realizing it, down the aisle slowly, almost stealthily, wanting to be closer to that beautiful sound. He silently sat down on one of the front-row seats and stared up at the girl, every aspect of her completely clear now. She seemed so deep in concentration...it was so bliss. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, listening fully, his mind racing with almost forgotten memories.

[Deirdre Mahony]

After a few moments, she finished with "Mais si je t'aime si je t'aime prends garde à toi!", and her eyes opened slowly. The glow of the stagelights blinded her for a moment, but then faded enough to let her see. She jumped slightly to find that she wasn't alone in the theatre as she had suspected that she was. Not that she minded too much. It reminded her rather much of being alone in a large house. A large house, mind you, that seated a little over a hundred and fifty people. Deirdre listed a slender arm up, bending her wrist over her brow as to shield her eyes from the light so that she might get a better look at her audience.

She found the face to be attractive, but sadly unfamiliar. He seemed as lost in the music as she had been moments ago. A smile spread like wildfire over her lips and she scooted over to the edge of the stage, and sat herself down. Dee was a thin thing, her eyes large, and with skin like porcelain. The smile, though innocent in reality, seemed full of a sort of mirth. Perhaps to look at her, if interested in mythology at all, one could think 'Sprite', 'Nymph', or even 'Nixie'. However, it wasn't uncommon for her to be referred to as 'Siren', or 'Succubus'. The latter wasn't quite so understandable, as she wasn't exactly full-chested, nor did she seep into the dreams of men to literally suck them dry... With her legs swinging back and forth and hands planted to that her fingers grasped the lip of the stage, she brought one hand up to wiggle her fingers at the male. "Hello, stranger." She said, her voice still entirely projectile, but 100% less opratic. No, now she just sounded like a normal girl.

[Relly Evens]

The sudden silence came on to him hard and fast. He stared up at the girl in wonder, the way she gently marked every one of her moves. It was mesmerizing. Almost as breathtaking as her voice. She moved so gracefully…so perfectly…it almost touched him. He tilted his head to the side, staring at her, until her eyes landed on him. She was illuminated by the light, and he was in the slight darkness. What a curious contrast.

She moved to the edge of the stage, sat with her legs swinging, and waved at him. Relly lifted in eyebrow in response, still in slight awe from her performance. Yet her voice was surprisingly normal when she spoke. ”H-hey,” he answered, slightly hesitantly. His lips twisted into a slight, sheepish half-smile. Looking at her was..like poetry. He found her beautiful, in a lot of ways. He took out his pen and started twirling it around in his fingers. ”That was really…really good,” he commented. His voice was low, very soft, almost a whisper. It, of course, fit his slightly shy, awkward loner personality. That, and Relly didn’t really talk much…it wasn’t what he was good at.

[Deirdre Mahony]

The Nixie's smile widened a bit. It was clear by his speech patterns that he was a naturally shy person, and that even now it seemed he was slightly out of his comfort zone. She peered down at her jean-covered legs, her hands moving from the stage to her hoodie's pockets. She smiled slightly, picking her head up slightly. In the light she could see the mildewy, dust that floated through the air. This didn't make too much sense to her, because the Auditorium was in almost constant use as a practice room, and a classroom. "Thanks. It's nice to hear that someone else, other than the Chorus Instructor thinks my voice isn't just weird." She gave a half-smile, as she looked up. The Devil in Sheep's Clothing?

Dee was an Irish born-and-bred, and it showed in he features, as well as her voice. When she sang, her words were unaccented. However, when she spoke, her words took on that questionin' curious tone that one imagines when they think of the Irish. She was a pretty girl, though she was rail-thin and nearly flat-chested, with wide ever-questioning eyes. Light and airy of personality, but intelligent, and even witty when the situation called for it. Who knew that she held her dirty little secrets? She wasn't very different from anyone else in the world, though. Not really. "I don't suppose y'come of her often, d'you?" She asked as she pulled the hair band from her hair, letting it fall in strait locks about her face and shoulders.

[Relly Evens]

Relly smiled at her-- he couldn't possibly keep from smiling. Her own warm half smile was very warm...refreshingly warm. Her voice, the unique accent, flowed through him clearly. It was hard to believe it was her singing now with her spoken voice. "There is nothing weird about your voice."There was only beauty. Or so he thought, anyway.

Relly wasn't much of a talker. Naturally, because ofthis, not many people spoke with him. Nonetheless he got slightly frustrated when he couldn't understand her fast accent...or was it that he wasn't paying too much attention to what she was saying becausehe was focusing too much on her accent. Er...sorry? he asked awkwardly, blinking and tilting his head slightly to the side.

god I'm sorry it sucks

[Deirdre Mahony]

Dee laughed, leaning back a bit as she did so. "Well, thank ya." She said, leaning forward. With her hands planted firmly on the stage, she vaulted herself off of it and landed gracefully in the pit. Then, she made her way slowly to the front. The CD was now playing a Mozart piece, one with no words, but still familiar to her ears. Dee was that kind of girl. She loved both her rock, and her classical. Shoving her hands into her hoodie pockets, she flopped down a seat away from him. Keeping a polite distance, at least.

She blinked when he asked her what she had said, or at least, that's what she believed him to be asking because he hadn't answered her question. She seemed to stop and think about this a moment, then started laughing again, sweet and melodic. "Sorry. Sometimes I forget me accent gets in the way of me conversation." Pulling her legs up into the seat with her, she hugged them close, leaning her chin on her knees. "I said ye don't come 'round her often do ye?" This time she said it a bit more slowly, perhaps a bit purposely drawn out as though to pick on him. Execept, it wasn't meant in a mean way. This was ushered by the fact that her warm half-smile had spread into a warm whole-smile.

[Relly Evens]

Relly nodded in response, a small smile tugging on his lips. It was rather odd, sitting there, watching her. He really had no idea what to say. As always, he was being just as antisocial as he always was. But it couldn't hurt to try and talk to her. The music changed to a soothing piece by Mozart, and Relly took out his pen and started biting the tip. "Let me take a wild guess, then. You're a music major?" he asked, trying to make himself create suitable conversation with her. he tilted his head to the side, allowing his black bangs to spill over his dark eyes, and followed her with his eyes as she sat a few seats away from him.

Relly smiled timidly. It was true, he didn't really understand what she had said, but she wasn't entirely to blame. He wasn't really paying attention. He shook his head slightly, his smile disappearing suddenly. "No, no, he said, "In truth, I wasn't really paying attention. Sorry." He smiled yet again, only slightly, at her in return. Her words became slow, much easier, though a bit mocking. But he shrugged it off, not really minding his slowness. After all, it wasn't like him to comprehend very many things outside his own little world. "Actually, I do. But, only when it's empty." he turned to stare at the huge stage. "Sometimes even in the dead of the night, when it's completely dark in here," he whispered.

[Deirdre Mahony]

The strange female tucked a few stray strands of auburn hair behind her ears and looked to the boy with those blue orbs that were very common to Irish women. Tilting her head quickly, she moved then to pulling at the long sleeves of her hoodie down. It was obvious to see that this particular item of clothing was worn quite often, due to the small uncleanable stains around the very hem of the cuffs, as well as the little bits and bobs that were coming off from the wear and tear of constant use. “Right-o!” She exclaimed, laughing light-heartedly at her own strangeness. “And I’m willing to bet that you’re a Lit major, notebook and all that.”

He was certainly a cutie when he smiled, which was nice to see. It seemed that a lot of the Lit majors who spent more than a healthy chunk of their time trying constantly to write were miserable. Or, they looked as such, anyway. “S’alright,” She said after a moment, looking off to the direction from which the gentle Mozart was floating, “Some people usually avoid me. I’m pretty pleased that you took the time to bring yourself out into the… well, the sort-of-light.” Dee shifted in her seat so that she was seated on the armrest of the chair next to her, her knees pulled up. Still, her blue eyes looked to him with that questionin’ curiosity. “I think it’s better in here in the dark, too…” Again, she paused and seemed to be thinking for a moment, “Name’s Deirdre Mahony, by the way. What do they call you ‘round your parts?”