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[balletrat]

*Meg's sitting at a booth in the bar, with a fire extinguisher well within her sights.

Theoretically, she's working on a lesson plan.

But every fifteen seconds or so, her eyes dart up, scanning the bar for dancing. Which alas means she has not made much progress on the aforementioned lesson plan.*

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew's making a slow circuit of the room, with a slightly smaller fire extinguisher tucked under his arm.*

*When he reaches her booth, he slumps into the seat opposite her.*

No fires yet.

[balletrat]

*Meg shakes her head.*

I haven't seen any either - nor even anyone singing tonight, though it was pretty bad last night.

*A small shudder.* I was talking to a girl yesterday when we got hit with a nasty one -

[stilljustandrew]

Nasty how?

[balletrat]

Nasty, *Meg says, a little grimly,* in that I'm positive the tune was something Christine sang at the Opera House - I mean. Note-for-note.

Subject matter wasn't too far off either, actually - so basically it was a flashback in the middle of a curse and altogether not fun.

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew winces.*

Yeah, it'll do that.

We've got to figure out how to stop this.

[balletrat]

You're telling me?

*Meg sighs.* At least you have a semi-decent singing voice.

*- look, if you're going to be under a horrible demon curse, you can at least sound nice while you're doing it.*

[stilljustandrew]

Really? *Andrew brightens slightly.* Thanks.

[balletrat]

*Meg grins across the table at him.*

You're welcome - I've heard you karaokeing, remember.

. . . and I am suddenly very very glad that the karaoke machine has not showed up recently, because if the demon got its hands on that it'd be I feel pretty much totalement unstoppable.

[stilljustandrew]

Or cancel each other out, maybe, I don't know.

*He gives a sigh.*

Always something.

[balletrat]

*Meg echoes his sigh.*

Oui. It's just -
we all lead such elaborate lives -
Wild ambitions in our sights . . .

*She's hardly singing, yet; more simply talking in rhythm, which is why she hasn't noticed.*

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew nods.*

How an affair of the heart suvives
Days apart and hurried nights...

*... now that's a little more ... melodic.*

[balletrat]

*Meg's mouth quirks a wry, slightly sad smile.*

Seems quite unbelievable to me -
I don't want to live like that.

[stilljustandrew]

*He reaches across the table to take her hand, and sings.*

Seems quite unbelievable to me;
I don't want to love like that.

*Meg's voice twines around his in harmony:*

I just want our time to be
Slower and gentler, wiser, free ...

[balletrat]

*Meg's hand grips his, a little, tightly.*

You still live in extravagant times
Playing games we can't all win -
Unintended emotional crimes
Take some out; take others in . . .

[stilljustandrew]

Too many choices tear us apart;
I don't want to live like that.

[balletrat]

Too many choices tear us apart -
I don't want to love like that.

*Meg's eyes raise to his, again.*

I just want to keep your heart . . .
May this confession be a start.