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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3644 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention In the rehearsal room Frank Faust in the corner of the room she's set up a kind of mobile stage with a keyboard and a microphone song passages on a music stand the foot pedal below is waiting for a touch the black-vinyl chair is almost ready to sing now and all that's needed is no there it is now just arrived the staccato beat of raindrops on tin is the applause she needs to start the show a few piano notes on the keyboard before she sings ... ~ I listen from the stalls a small bed against the facing wall in this rehearsal room it's like a concert played for one or two and the dog and I are appreciative it's not every day we hear her play she's so often on the road to a cafe or a pub to private functions where neither of us can attend uninvited so we soak it all up take her in and know each song has a private side she only shares with us on a night like this with the rain applauding from the roof the fire burning bright and a bed against the wall of this rehearsal room her music surrounds us ~ it's time to get ready I can see the professional look emerge on her face and the assumption of some distance she has sorted out the music for tonight now packing equipment in the van keyboard and p.a. stands and mikes and music books all tuck away in places familiar back to the room to change black pants black top the elegance of formal darkness suits because tonight she's set for business playing for pay is no amateur affair and attention to detail is a step towards the next job and another pay mascara in general this brush in particular are recalcitrant tools to use as an aid for the enhancement of beauty it layers in lumps and to my eyes is a shading un-needed but takes just one place in a pantheon of eye-liner and blush even a colour to darken the lightness of lips I adore as they are just as they are as she is but I know nothing of these things and stay quiet with my thoughts while she musses her hair with a customised wax then standing above me a cheat in her big heels I have to look up and reach higher to kiss her goodnight and good luck all the best slay them all at their tables tonight with your voice and these wonderful songs you've rehearsed here before us me and the dog and the rain on the roof I'll do the dishes I'll keep the fire alive and we'll wait for you to come home |
