For the whole evening Evangelia had remained seated in the rear of the audience, as far from the makeshift "stage" as she could get and still be part of the festivities. She clearly enjoyed herself, whooping and clapping with the rest of the Legendary for the exceptional performances, jeering good-naturedly at the exceptionally bad ones. It was only at the end of evening, when it seemed that the party was running down and the pool of singers had been exhausted, that she slipped a scrap of paper into Mag's hand and then strolled casually up to the "stage" to a cresting wave of cheers and friendy ribbing.
With a smile Eva accepted the mike, settling into a ready stance eerily reminiscent of her combat posture. Too, the way she wrapped her right hand around the microphone reminded more than a few of the Legendary of how she tended to grip her sword when wielding it one-handed. Letting her arms hang loosely at her sides as she looked past the lights that illuminated the stage, she nodded once, sharply.
A drum riff burst out and rolled down into an explosion of bass guitar that spun off twice into arpeggios before settling into a short intro with a lead guitar and a keyboard. With a movement every bit as crisp and precise as one of her surgically-clean strikes, Eva snapped the microphone up to her lips just in time to meet the rapid-fire accompaniment and belt out in her clear soprano:
"For she who steps on the way of the sword
The path gets harder at every turn
Sanctuary she'll find no more
Among the people of her lot
She will leave the past behind
The Goddess knows what she is to find
"Past is left behind
For the one on the way of the sword
Fools are meant to fall
They'll get lost along the way
Past is left behind
For the one on the way of the sword
Fools are meant to fall
I am she who's on the way of the sword..."
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
With a smile Eva accepted the mike, settling into a ready stance eerily reminiscent of her combat posture. Too, the way she wrapped her right hand around the microphone reminded more than a few of the Legendary of how she tended to grip her sword when wielding it one-handed. Letting her arms hang loosely at her sides as she looked past the lights that illuminated the stage, she nodded once, sharply.
A drum riff burst out and rolled down into an explosion of bass guitar that spun off twice into arpeggios before settling into a short intro with a lead guitar and a keyboard. With a movement every bit as crisp and precise as one of her surgically-clean strikes, Eva snapped the microphone up to her lips just in time to meet the rapid-fire accompaniment and belt out in her clear soprano:
"For she who steps on the way of the sword
The path gets harder at every turn
Sanctuary she'll find no more
Among the people of her lot
She will leave the past behind
The Goddess knows what she is to find
"Past is left behind
For the one on the way of the sword
Fools are meant to fall
They'll get lost along the way
Past is left behind
For the one on the way of the sword
Fools are meant to fall
I am she who's on the way of the sword..."
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.