Theatrical Muse 266 - Start Something
Jan. 17th, 2009 07:15 pmOverture and Beginners, please!
A plume of brilliantly colored smoke is moving through the haze around the streetlights, sometimes seeming to drift against the wind. A flurry of snow blows from a shop awning and the smoke slides into a deep doorway, almost as though it could move with a purpose. As the smoke moves, changes take place around it as a glamor is cast.
Rooms take on a look of cosiness, old-fashioned and comfortable. Clothes change in the closets; some later inventions disappear. The town is becoming pretty – and the women are taking on a kind of Hollywood glow.
There are other changes, too – and most of all, there is music – some of it from an unseen singer.
"Just smoking through the town,
Planning out the Gig,
Guess you never know,
But this one could be big,
Drifting through the town,
There's a birthday soon.
Guess I'll be around,
With the latest tune.
There's too many targets,
Didn't sort things in the past.
Didn't hear the tunes their hearts set free.
When you lose your heart's home
Then the drama can peak fast,
There'll be entertainment here for me!
Just smoking through the town,
thinking what to do,
keeping well in mind,
Gigs are dangerous too.
Drifting through the town,
checking out what's there,
Where's my talisman?
Tell me truth or dare!
Magic always has a price,
It always has its rules,
They should check it out
before it starts,
When the Powers call a gig
We're all the magic's tools,
Dancing through
our own appointed parts,
Once the amulet's found,
their price will be paid,
Sometimes so is mine,
it's how the part is played."
Muse “Sweet” the singing demon,
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 289
A plume of brilliantly colored smoke is moving through the haze around the streetlights, sometimes seeming to drift against the wind. A flurry of snow blows from a shop awning and the smoke slides into a deep doorway, almost as though it could move with a purpose. As the smoke moves, changes take place around it as a glamor is cast.
Rooms take on a look of cosiness, old-fashioned and comfortable. Clothes change in the closets; some later inventions disappear. The town is becoming pretty – and the women are taking on a kind of Hollywood glow.
There are other changes, too – and most of all, there is music – some of it from an unseen singer.
"Just smoking through the town,
Planning out the Gig,
Guess you never know,
But this one could be big,
Drifting through the town,
There's a birthday soon.
Guess I'll be around,
With the latest tune.
There's too many targets,
Didn't sort things in the past.
Didn't hear the tunes their hearts set free.
When you lose your heart's home
Then the drama can peak fast,
There'll be entertainment here for me!
Just smoking through the town,
thinking what to do,
keeping well in mind,
Gigs are dangerous too.
Drifting through the town,
checking out what's there,
Where's my talisman?
Tell me truth or dare!
Magic always has a price,
It always has its rules,
They should check it out
before it starts,
When the Powers call a gig
We're all the magic's tools,
Dancing through
our own appointed parts,
Once the amulet's found,
their price will be paid,
Sometimes so is mine,
it's how the part is played."
Muse “Sweet” the singing demon,
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 289