A Club in Envy's Toronto, Saturday Evening

[whenshewasnice]

It was a Saturday evening in Toronto - when, exactly, didn't matter, as the time difference between this world and others was a fickle and odd thing. 'Saturday evening' was specific enough. Anyway, by the posters plastered along the outside of the building and some nearby streets, the time was off only by a mere week or so. When it came to the

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The Show - Final Song

[whenshewasnice]

Envy was wiping sweat from her forehead. Just a little. "We're at the end of our time with you tonight," she announced, "but we'd like to leave you with one last song. It's a new one, and it's called Blind Valentine." Ha ha. Yeah. Tonight was a great night for playing this one for an audience for the first time. "Thank you."

The song began, hypnotic. And Envy was as cool as cool could be. "Whatever I want, whatever I do, whatever I say." Swaying behind her keyboard. "Whatever I make, whatever I spend, whatever I save. The sound of the club, the kiss on your lips, it should be mine. The people you meet, the people you trust, the people you find." Her unblinking gaze swept across the audience, but didn't settle on anyone in particular. She could barely see more than shapes, anyway, the lights on the stage were so bright in her eyes. "That's the difference, baby, between you and me. That's the difference, baby, between you and me.."

And she closed her eyes as the music swelled.

"Sky high, in better times, when love was hard to find. Sky high, in better times, with my blind Valentine." There was something about knowing the people harmonizing with her wouldn't think there was a capital V in there, while some people in the audience would probably (correctly) assume there was. "Sky high, in harder times, when love, my friend, was blind. Sky high, in harder times with my blind Valentine."

Sigh. She opened her eyes. Fixed them on nothing at all. "Your house in that town, the window that frames the view that you saw. You keep racing down that hill, but you never fall.". Anyone. This song could be about anyone. "That's the difference, baby, between you and me. That's the difference, baby, between your life and mine."

It wasn't really about just anyone. Maybe multiple someones. If Envy's own experiences as an audience member at shows was any indication, there were multiple strangers out there right now feeling like she'd been writing about them so what did it matter, anyway? She had a keyboard under her fingers, a band around her, a voice escaping her lips, and a strange sensation of power inside her chest. That mattered.

"Sky high, in better times, when love was hard to find. Sky high, in better times, with my blind Valentine. Sky high, in harder times, when love, my friend, was blind. Sky high, in harder times when love was hard to find. Sky high, in better times when trust in love was blind. Sky high, in better times, with my blind Valentine."

The song faded until it was gone. The smoke that had been bringing out the coloured stage lights was already beginning to dissolve. (No one had actually asked for smoke? It had sort of just... conveniently appeared. Funny how that worked here.) "We are Kid Chameleon," Envy told the audience, without cracking a smile. "Good night."

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Re: The Show - Final Song

[lockestheway]

Yeah... Peter definitely tilted his head at the first Valentine that popped up.

Of course, Suri noticed, which meant they had to have a silent expression-off and he missed a good 25% of the rest of the song.