Who: Mr. and Mrs. Plastic. ...er, Pond. Even though they're not technically married. Well. She is. What: ...really? Where: Ara When: Tonight, since it's date night! Status: semi-closed, incomplete
"It'll be fun. Come on," Amy moaned as she playfully stepped in front of him to tug him into an one-armed hug. She'd been looking forward to this. It was like playing make-up time for a lost chance in Rio and Amy wasn't going to give it up without a fight.
At least the place itself was nice. Sort of cozy, yet somehow sleek and modern at the same time. He wondered if the food was any good. Maybe he could get out of singing by pretending to eat something. Somehow, he doubted it, but it was nice to dream...
"Easy, you know, like Sunday morning." Rory's face. Oh Rory's face was beautiful when freaked out. Amy couldn't get over his glum expression and panicked eyes when he stepped into the club. It wasn't like they had anyone to impress here. Besides, Amy wasn't just there to sing. There was a bar.
"Amy," said Rory, "Sunday Morning is really, really high. That's not easy at all!" Easy was a song that only had about three pitches, and could basically be chanted. If he didn't have to open his mouth, that would be a plus. He wondered if there was any Van Morrison. He doubted there would be any pressure to sing those songs well.
He sighed, and tried not to worry about it. Maybe, if he was lucky, they'd be super busy, and he'd get out of having to sing at all. "Should we get a table?" he asked.
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"You can sing something easy."
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At least the place itself was nice. Sort of cozy, yet somehow sleek and modern at the same time. He wondered if the food was any good. Maybe he could get out of singing by pretending to eat something. Somehow, he doubted it, but it was nice to dream...
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He sighed, and tried not to worry about it. Maybe, if he was lucky, they'd be super busy, and he'd get out of having to sing at all. "Should we get a table?" he asked.
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