57 academics just punched the air.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[For the past few days, Jilly had been more than a little...

odd.

She hadn't shown up for her art class. Her sketchbook languished beside her bed, untouched. And when she showed up at work at the coffee shop she was wearing a ridiculous amount of makeup.

Other than a few trips to the music room (and a few surprisingly good vocal warmup sessions), she hadn't done anything too strange.

That is, until now.

She's wearing red tights and a headdress that's almost as big as the rest of her. Expression serious, she strides to the landing and the top of the stairs leading into the lobby, and strikes a dramatic pose.

And then she begins to sing]

♫ I-I'm going to find a happy-

I-I'm going to find a happy-

I-I'm going to find a happy place. ♫

[OOC: Open over the journals or to anyone in the lobby. People watching can simply gawk or, if the castle is feeling particularly cruel, might feel compelled to join in as backup dancers. For an idea of what they might be doing, check out 1:05 and 1:58 in the video.]

Comments

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

It's a little bit of blues, and a little bit of its own thing. I never liked just sticking to one style.

[which was true of her art as well, not that she remembers that at the moment]

How are you, Nudge?

[percepts.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty okay, just hanging around doing stuff, glad that that mess in town is over with. I'll come to your class one of these days, I promise! I didn't know you were this much into singing, too... you shoulda told me!

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

My class?

[blink blink blink]

[percepts.livejournal.com]

[ pause ]

You know. Your art class? You told me that I should stop by.