Lord, what fools these mortals be!
All of a sudden Amalia is at her elbow, quietly asking for help with songs and Lily just freakin’ begins to beam at the request. Like the thirsty at a desert oasis, she drinks in the proffered songs, scanning the notes and the words with a childish delight. “Of course,” she replies enthusiastically. “I was hoping to play anyway. Mind if I take these home? I promise I’ll bring them back.” Tentatively imagining the tunes, Lily steps aside and situates herself in the corner, spreading the sheets out in front of her.
A couple of minutes pass before she jumps up again and heads back to Amalia, where she’s now with Deimos. “Do you have any thin, long pieces of wood left? I was thinking I could write out the lyrics to some of the more up-tempo songs and then everyone can sing along.” But they need something a little sturdier than cloth for that. A old-fashioned cue-card, really.
A couple of minutes pass before she jumps up again and heads back to Amalia, where she’s now with Deimos. “Do you have any thin, long pieces of wood left? I was thinking I could write out the lyrics to some of the more up-tempo songs and then everyone can sing along.” But they need something a little sturdier than cloth for that. A old-fashioned cue-card, really.
LiLY
