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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 9:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 10:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 5:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 10:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 10:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 10:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 2:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 7:33 pm
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(Like I said, sorry I disappeared. I had schoolwork stuff get in the way.)
Matthias led Mike down the ship's halls to the dining hall. The singer was standing on a stage at one end of the room. It didn't look like she had a microphone, but her voice filled the entire room. It was close to entrancing. Better than Mackenzie's voice, even, but he'd never tell his friend that. "There she is," Matt smiled and gave Mike a little shove, "Go ahead and talk to her."
Syrah was just finishing up her first set when the two young men walked into the room. The long-haired one reminded her of some of the mermen she'd seen in the seas. He said something to the other young man and clapped him on the back. Syrah smiled to herself and finished her last song. She turned on the small microphone on her cheek. She never used it when she was singing, but it helped when she wasn't. "All right everyone, I'm going to take a few minutes' break, but don't worry: I'll be back with more songs, and I'm willing to sing any songs you have in mind. Come and give me requests. I don't bite." She stepped off the stage to a stool by the band and took a drink from the water glass she'd set there.
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