Sample Post
((ooc: for those interested in seeing how I rp, here's a brief sample of my style. This post is unrelated to any other rp.))
I held my head in my hand gingerly, fingers rubbing my temples as discretely as possible as yet another patron butchered a classic piece of music from the heyday of the Motown era. Seriously, that guy needed to take some time to show Aretha Franklin a little more R.E.S.P.E.C.T before singing any of her songs. But then again, I wasn't here to judge his musical mastery. And besides, things could be worse.
It could be Angel trying to sing in that heavenly... monotone voice of his. He's a nice kid, really, but he should stick more to the whole saving gig and less to the singing.
Tonight's star performer stumbled his way off stage and over to the table where I was seated, giving me a weak smile. It seems he didn't have any false conceptions of his talent at least; that much was more than apparent by the embarrassment bombarding my empathic radar at the moment. I gave him a comforting smile and a pat to the back of his hand.
"Don't worry, babe, you were fine. Well, good enough for me to do my job, and that's what really matters, isn't it?"
I leaned in further, knowing that what was to be said next should be kept between the two of us. In my opinion, one's future is the most private of subjects to discuss with anyone. I'd sooner give a shopping list of my sexual partners in the last few decades than talk above a whisper about what will happen to my happy little karaoke stars and starlets.
"Alright then, Mel, here's the deal. Just because the road's rocky right now doesn't mean you should sit off to the side and give up. Those rocks won't be going anywhere like that. What you've got to do is put on your walkin' boots and keep going. Eventually you and Shelly will find your way back to the main road and thing's will be much smoother from there on. Nothing good ever came easy, I suppose."
The poor guy, his face lit up at this and his whole body changed like someone had just taken a two-ton cross off his back. He jumped up out of the chair, ready to carpe diem and all of the like.
"Hey now, hold your white horse there! Remember, it would be best if you don't go talking about our little exchange of music for monitions. Just keep what I said in mind when things get hard."
I extended a hand to him, shaking it firmly. "Keep on smiling, Mel. I'm rooting for you, big guy."
I held my head in my hand gingerly, fingers rubbing my temples as discretely as possible as yet another patron butchered a classic piece of music from the heyday of the Motown era. Seriously, that guy needed to take some time to show Aretha Franklin a little more R.E.S.P.E.C.T before singing any of her songs. But then again, I wasn't here to judge his musical mastery. And besides, things could be worse.
It could be Angel trying to sing in that heavenly... monotone voice of his. He's a nice kid, really, but he should stick more to the whole saving gig and less to the singing.
Tonight's star performer stumbled his way off stage and over to the table where I was seated, giving me a weak smile. It seems he didn't have any false conceptions of his talent at least; that much was more than apparent by the embarrassment bombarding my empathic radar at the moment. I gave him a comforting smile and a pat to the back of his hand.
"Don't worry, babe, you were fine. Well, good enough for me to do my job, and that's what really matters, isn't it?"
I leaned in further, knowing that what was to be said next should be kept between the two of us. In my opinion, one's future is the most private of subjects to discuss with anyone. I'd sooner give a shopping list of my sexual partners in the last few decades than talk above a whisper about what will happen to my happy little karaoke stars and starlets.
"Alright then, Mel, here's the deal. Just because the road's rocky right now doesn't mean you should sit off to the side and give up. Those rocks won't be going anywhere like that. What you've got to do is put on your walkin' boots and keep going. Eventually you and Shelly will find your way back to the main road and thing's will be much smoother from there on. Nothing good ever came easy, I suppose."
The poor guy, his face lit up at this and his whole body changed like someone had just taken a two-ton cross off his back. He jumped up out of the chair, ready to carpe diem and all of the like.
"Hey now, hold your white horse there! Remember, it would be best if you don't go talking about our little exchange of music for monitions. Just keep what I said in mind when things get hard."
I extended a hand to him, shaking it firmly. "Keep on smiling, Mel. I'm rooting for you, big guy."