The Songstress

by solaris2001

The hot kaleidoscopic stage lights washed a semblance of life over her pale cheeks as she pressed her horn-rimmed glasses to her delicate, bookish nose. She hadn’t left the house for two weeks and, despite the handful of friends scattered amongst the high-top tables and barstools along the walls smiling somewhere in the darkness, she still felt vaguely alone, save the cumbersome hug of the dreadnaught against her fragile frame which provided some sense of companionship. She leaned into the microphone, snorting with a sheepish grin and began strumming the intimate, familiar chords she’d knitted tightly to her deepest emotions.

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