4. [Accidental Visual] [Location: Caritas] Murder, He Sang

[greenballadeer]

Lorne takes the stage, ready to entertain the folks who have come for a celebratory drink after the big rescue. He has a punchy 40s tune planned, something to get the crowd dancing in their seats. The plan is to celebrate, but the musical glitch has finally taken hold of Taxon's most musical resident.

Violins swell mournfully out of nowhere. Lorne

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[ voice ]

[glowingseer]

Lovely song as always, Lorne. I bet it was better to hear in person.

[ her voice is still a bit weak, but cordelia can't let this transmission go to waste. ]

[voice]

[greenballadeer]

Honey, you know I can come sing to you in person whenever you like. Right now, even. I take requests. They can even be songs that aren't completely depressing and spill my guts out for all of Taxon to see.

[voice]

[glowingseer]

...oh. I see the musical bug's finally bit you in the ass, huh.

[voice]

[greenballadeer]

Yeah, and my ass is a particularly sensitive area, since my heart's in there.

It's not like I wanted to tell all of Taxon that I'm a murderer. And what about if Angel's watching? Sweet mother of Elvis, I need a drink.

[voice]

[glowingseer]

You're not-- [ cordelia pauses, unsure of what to say to that. ] To me, you're not. Ever.

[voice]

[greenballadeer]

I hope I can live up to that, Cordy. I really do. [a pause.] But I still see it, sometimes. The look on his face when I shot him.

[a longer pause, then a sigh.]

But there's gotta be something I can do besides sitting around feeling sorry. That doesn't do anyone any good. Anything I can do for you, sweetheart?

[voice]

[glowingseer]

How about... you sing me something nice. You know, a song that, for you, is so me. I think I need a bit of pick-me-up, myself.

[voice]

[greenballadeer]

Coming right up.

[he steps outside, and the background noise of Caritas fades away.]

This one's by Mama Cass. A song by a special lady that I want to sing for another special lady.

Nobody can tell ya;
There's only one song worth singin'.
They may try and sell ya,
'cause it hangs them up
to see someone like you.

But you've gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody else sings along.

So if you cannot take my hand,
and if you must be goin',
I will understand.

You're gonna be knowing
the loneliest kind of lonely.
It may be rough goin',
just to do your thing's
the hardest thing to do.

But you've gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody else sings along.

So if you cannot take my hand,
and if you must be goin',
I will understand.

You gotta make your own kind of music
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music even if nobody else sings along.

[ooc: That was "Make Your Own Kind of Music" by Mama

[voice]

[glowingseer]

Sing my own song, make my own kind of music?

[ she doesn't know what to make of that, to be honest. ]

[voice]

[greenballadeer]

I admire that about you, Cordy. No matter what happens, you're always...you. You've got your own kind of music, and you don't let anyone tell you to sing anything different.

[voice]

[glowingseer]

Well, it helps that people usually don't tell me to sing, but... [ she chuckles, almost self-consciously. ]

That's... that's really sweet.

[voice]

[greenballadeer]

You can sing any time you want. Even if it's alone in your room. That's how I started, you know.

[voice]

[glowingseer]

You really think if I practice enough, I'll sound just as great as you do? It's so unfair, how you make it seem so... easy.

[voice]

[greenballadeer]

I'm not saying that. You do need lessons at a certain point. But the passion for music? That can come only from singing in the shower.