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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[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 Cass Elliot.]
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[ she doesn't know what to make of that, to be honest. ]
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That's... that's really sweet.
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