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

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

...At least you'll get plenty of attention.

[really can't help staring at that headdress]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

I guess. [there's a small frown, like that hadn't really occurred to her. She doesn't seem bothered so much as surprised]

It just seems right to do something.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

It's not like you're usually lazing around in the first place.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[a laugh] Well, no. But it'd be nice to do something other than the coffee shop.

[you know, like her art class that she's forgotten]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[was kind of wondering where you were]

I never thought you were the singing type.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[that gets her to arch one eyebrow] What are you talking about? You knew I sang back home.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[man, this is weird]

You don't talk about home much.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Well, but it was my job. Or...what I was trying to get as a job. I'm sure I told you that.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

You...never told me how that went. [or at all]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Well, you can't really make a living off of it, to start. So I was mostly doing side things while I worked.

[that would all be true, if she was talking about her art]

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[isn't art mostly posthumous?]

The only person I know who sings is [an annoyingly precocious tyke] in the church choir.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

We have a church choir? [she might sound just a little too excited by this idea.]


Or...did you mean back home?

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

[urk. Feeling a little bad] Yeah, back home.

The school was kind of Catholic.

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should talk to Abel. Maybe the church here could use one.

[sexyhitchhiker.livejournal.com]

I guess. A bunch of other people like to sing, right?