[Sodium_noir] The Song's of Someone Tempted (Raindogs)

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Ariñe, Booker, Raindog, Spyder, and Adonis, Modraine 
Pooka, Piano man, Sidhe, Sluagh, Satyr, Sidhe 
Raindogs 


> She paused, perhaps too long. In her hast she hadn't thought ahead to the 
> next song so if Booker didn't have one she'd have to talk to what's-his-name. 
> She stood smiling at the audience. Truth be told she could use a minute or 
> two. She had put so much into her performance tonight she needed a brief pause 
> but given the opportunity to she would keep going. 
>  
> Booker detects her mood and continues to play without pause, allowing the 
> tune of the song to mutate into something a little less hectic but just as 
> upbeat. Simply playing for the sake of the music and not really finding a tune 
> anyone knows. he starts to hum and scat a little, vocalising to the tune.
>  
> Mordraine doesn't move, he simply listens. The two Sidhe at the table appear 
> to have exhausted all of their conversation for now.
> 

For quite a while she just followed Booker's lead lending a little scat and a 
few strings here and there. Eventually she started to bring in "Lady Luck 
Blues," Bessie Smith. 

"Bad luck has come to stay


 
Trouble never end 


My man has gone away 
With a girl I thought was my friend 
I'm worried down with care 
Lordy, can't you hear my prayer"

She gave pause for the music, letting it slide on through some immaginary 
field of light and shade. 

"Lady Luck, Lady Luck, lady luck 
Won't you please smile down on me 
There's the time, friend of mine 
I need your sympathy"

a shorter interlude. 

"I've got a horseshoe on my door 
I've knocked on wood till my hands are sore 
Since my man's done turned me loose 
I've got those Lady Luck blues, I mean 
I've got those Lady Luck blues" 



"Lady Luck, Lady Luck 
Won't you please smile down on me 
There's the time, friend of mine 
I need your sympathy 
I've got his picture turned upside down 
I've sprinkled goofer dust all around 
Since my man is gone I'm all confused 
I've got those Lady Luck blues 
Find my good man 
I've got those Lady Luck blues"

She began to play her violin again, wilting away, drowning slowly in the 
melancholy of melody. She continued past the song and into some new creation. She 
went on for a long time, changing the rhythm, sliding in and out with Booker 
right next to her, ending in a great crescendo of melencholy joy. Her hips 
swayed moving her body as if there was a snare and highhat keeping time. At this 
point she really did need a moment. She needed to grab water, a couple of 
glasses really. She stood with her eyes closed inhaling the song and sounds around 
her. Her arms were relaxed and down at her side with her violin still in hand. 
Now was probably Modraine's chance. 

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