Entry tags:
- and we need a little christmas,
- bringing the music to adstringendum,
- can't read my poker face,
- i don't own emotion i rent,
- i have been changed for good,
- let's sing about our feelings,
- missing the people who leave us,
- music is the universal language,
- my heart is too big for this,
- raphael: my other guardian angel,
- smile though your heart is breaking,
- the show must go on,
- total ecplise of the heart
49 [Video] After Raphael's death.
[Text Sent To Network ; Attachment: Oh Holy Night]
[It's snowing. And Rachel is outside, clad in a green dress, with a red long jacket over it, complete with a green beret, readying a microphone outside of the theatre. It appears she's connected it to a speaker, which is connected to the sound system inside the theatre -- and the PCD is position directly on her, as Rachel wraps her hands around the microphone, to take a deep breath. It resonates, through the speaker, and through the network.]
It is now Christmas.
[It's quiet, and her voice echoes as she speaks into the microphone.]
I don't personally celebrate it, but as most of the individuals within the city are most familiar with the commercialized version of the holiday, I thought I would offer something of a prayer in song concerning what the holiday is supposed to be about -- so... I hope you enjoy it. And I sent a text message to all of you, with the lyrics, should you want to sing along. I would not mind the accompaniment.
[And Rachel turns slightly to press a button on a boombox that is situated on top of the speaker. There is a silence before the instrumental of the famous song begins to play, scratchy at first, before it becomes clear -- and then, Rachel takes another deep breath before she begins to sing.]
( cut for song exposition )
( [Filtered to the angels // Private // Unhackable] )
[It's snowing. And Rachel is outside, clad in a green dress, with a red long jacket over it, complete with a green beret, readying a microphone outside of the theatre. It appears she's connected it to a speaker, which is connected to the sound system inside the theatre -- and the PCD is position directly on her, as Rachel wraps her hands around the microphone, to take a deep breath. It resonates, through the speaker, and through the network.]
It is now Christmas.
[It's quiet, and her voice echoes as she speaks into the microphone.]
I don't personally celebrate it, but as most of the individuals within the city are most familiar with the commercialized version of the holiday, I thought I would offer something of a prayer in song concerning what the holiday is supposed to be about -- so... I hope you enjoy it. And I sent a text message to all of you, with the lyrics, should you want to sing along. I would not mind the accompaniment.
[And Rachel turns slightly to press a button on a boombox that is situated on top of the speaker. There is a silence before the instrumental of the famous song begins to play, scratchy at first, before it becomes clear -- and then, Rachel takes another deep breath before she begins to sing.]
( cut for song exposition )
( [Filtered to the angels // Private // Unhackable] )