[Sodium_noir] A Hill of Beans [Raindogs]

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Ariñe, One-Eyed Booker, and Izzy
Pooka, Mortal, Sluagh
Raindogs

Ariñe realized that if they didn't jump they were going to loss them forever, 
the audience would be lost to that feeling left by Malone's absence. A man 
like that didn't move unless it was absolutely necessary and everyone knew that. 
That alone could cause some unease but knowing the crowd, she could tell alot 
about a person in a very short time, they weren't all exactly the happiest 
nor most comfrotable people to begin with, of course this city seemed to have 
that effect on people. Ariñe looked to her band mates who were pearing down at 
the bar to see what was going on. This made her a little frantic but she was 
able to control it well enough. 

"A-Tisket A-tasket then right into Ain't Misbehavin" 

she said as she looked from Booker to Izzy. They weren't paying attention, 
which only made her more anxious. And just before she was about to repeat 
herself with a little more urgency Booker turned to her and sensing Ariñe's 
nervousesness smiled at her,

"Alright chil', don't worry."

He goes back to his place at the piano and nods at Izzy as she returns to her 
instrument as well. Ariñe looks back at them, making sure to keep her back to 
the audience so she can release her own worries without them seeing. She was 
so much concerned that Malone left, in fact she wasn't worried about that at 
all. She was a performer. She always had been so she knew how difficult it was 
to get audience to pay attention when they had already stopped. But she was 
good at releasing, surpressing, whatever it took. She took a deep breath and 
then said,

"give it to me in F sharp" 

She put down her violin. She had to consentrate on getting the audience back. 
Once she had she could play again but for now she was just going to sing and 
pull them back in. If this upbeat number didn't work her first song certainly 
had and she had another one in the back of her mind that would do the same. 
However, she really wanted to save "Love for sale" for latter or another night. 
It was a great number, when done properly. 

She knew, as a true singer not just someone with a beautiful voice, that it 
was her dubty to honor the song not that artist. Far too many singers had sung 
and still sing "Love for Sale" entirely wrong. The song wasn't some cute 
little number about young love. That woman in the song was a prostetute, a whore, 
for christ's sake it was called "love for SALE". She loved that song and love 
doing it but an "A-tisket" would probably be a better number to shift the mood 
of the room for now. 

The band was ready again. She smiled and turned back around. She let Izzy and 
Booker play around a little while with the opening of the song, letting the 
audience be aware of the music before she began so the transition would be a 
little smoother for them. A few people were egear to listen and ignore the 
feelling of the room. There were a lot more to bring back around and Ariñe was 
determined to do so. Booker and Izzy both sensed the definete need the Pooka had 
and did all they could to help. They understood it as well even if they hadn't 
been worried by it like she was. They were more relaxed than she was but the 
audience would never know that. They'd never see how tense Ariñe really was. 
She wouldn't let them. 

The music was happy, fast, causing movement in the air again and then the 
lyrics began. The first few lines slowed down a little, intentionally. As usual 
Ariñe was playing with the lyrics, pushing herself and the musicians around 
her. She was adventurious and strong but she still kept a certain sweetness to 
her voice, which drew people in.



"A tisket, a tasket,
Brown and yellow basket,
Sent a letter to my baby,
On the way I dropped it."

the music fills the space again, comeing up to a beatifully paced swing, not 
to fast, just the right tempo and slowly more of the bar strated to turn their 
attentions to the band.

"I dropped it, I dropped it, yes,on the way I dropped it,
Pretty girlie picked it up,
And put it in her pocket.

She was truckin' on down the avenue,
Without a single thing to do,
Kept on truckin' all around,
When she spied it on the ground,

Ah, she took it, she took it!"


Now the pace had really picked up and the room was swinging again. The 
audience had eased up for the most part, with the passion and determination of the 
band allowing the room to feel removed from everything outside.

"The little yellow basket,
And if she doesn't bring it back,
I think that I shall die."

Ariñe sways and fains a faint getting a little laughter from the crowd. At 
this point she couldn't think of anything but the moment of music and time they 
were in. All of her concerns had left as the audience came back to them, to 
her.  And then she began talking directly to the audience, pulling them in even 
more, making them feel a part of the song. 

"Get it for me, son."

She sang out at them, someone answering back,

"Yeah."

and again she sang to them, 

"Get out there and find my basket.
Yeah. Ha ha! That's what I'mtalking about."

A little bit of music wonderfully filled the room. Booker's fingers 
beautifully dancing over the keys and Izzy's fingers sliding and picking her strings 
perfectly. Everything had come together. Ariñe danced to the joyous blend of 
sounds.

"All right, here's my basket.
You get a basket,
Everybody get a basket! Yeah!
Well, all right, then!"

A sollo from Booker exsquisitely swings out with a little bit of purely 
emotionaly driven scat from Ariñe, following his lead.

"She was truckin' down the avenue,
Without a single thing to do,
Kept on truckin' all around,
When she spied it on the ground!

She took it, took it,
The little yellow basket,
And if she doesn't bring it back,
I think that I shall die."

Again Ariñe makes sure the audience feels involved signing out at them to 
answer.

"Was it red?
No, no!
Was it green?
No, no!
Was it blue?
No, no!
No, just a little yellow basket!
Yeah! Get that basket fixed."

she smiled out at the bar and they answered with a little applause, which may 
well have been more for the relief than the choice of songs but that didn't 
matter as Booker went into the next tune, "Ain't Misbehaven." 

...tag... 

OOC: let me know if/when you want me to continue or if you want to through in 
something. I would think that there'd be another song may be two before they 
come back but....










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