The Fifteenth Act

[frenzied_ballad]

[Accidental Voice Post]

*sound of covers rustling, followed by footsteps*

...

*clears throat, coughs for several moments*

Hnnnnnn.

*silence followed by pacing footsteps. Then, sang in a soft tone:*

Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Nor the furious winters' rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages
Golden lads and girls all

Comments

[Voice Post]

[curious_killer]

[Sounds of clapping]

Very nice, Mister Todd. We have many talented singers here, it seems.

[frenzied_ballad]

Hn. Thank you, Mister Teatime.

[curious_killer]

I meant it, Mister Todd. Tell me, will you be singing in the next concert? I missed the last one.

[frenzied_ballad]

I am...unsure. Perhaps, the way Demyx was speaking of it. Will you attend this one?

[curious_killer]

Perhaps, whether or not if I'm still welcome in the apartments at the time.

[frenzied_ballad]

What happened?

[curious_killer]

I'm not entirely sure, but I suspect it's Miss Bennett's fault. Everyone seems to expect me to do something horrible at any moment.

[frenzied_ballad]

Have they any reason to?

[curious_killer]

Not in my opinion, no.