She'd never seen a sky so beautiful before. The twilight overhead was enough to take Elizabeth's breath away. She'd never seen the stars before. At least, not like this. They were so different from the illustrations she'd had on the ceiling of her tower. It was beautiful.
Elizabeth's content to stand still for some time, looking up at the meteor shower. Occasionally, she'll move a few steps, too hypnotized by the sky above to really notice where she is going.
Karaoke
This is new. Really new. People are watching her and looking at her, and wow, those lights are bright. She blinks at them, smiling nervously. "Uhm. Hello...? I'm not really sure how this- oh! I guess I'll sing, now!" Elizabeth tries to start, but soon the music begins, and she finds herself fumbling through the lyrics to Girls Just Want To Have Fun. Her voice is good, but the problem comes from the music itself. It's clear that though she knows the lyrics, the tempo and all together the stylings of the song are completely foreign to her.
By the second verse, however, she's getting the hang of the new tempo, and is able to finish with relative success.
Elizabeth | New | Ota
She'd never seen a sky so beautiful before. The twilight overhead was enough to take Elizabeth's breath away. She'd never seen the stars before. At least, not like this. They were so different from the illustrations she'd had on the ceiling of her tower. It was beautiful.
Elizabeth's content to stand still for some time, looking up at the meteor shower. Occasionally, she'll move a few steps, too hypnotized by the sky above to really notice where she is going.
Karaoke
This is new. Really new. People are watching her and looking at her, and wow, those lights are bright. She blinks at them, smiling nervously. "Uhm. Hello...? I'm not really sure how this- oh! I guess I'll sing, now!" Elizabeth tries to start, but soon the music begins, and she finds herself fumbling through the lyrics to Girls Just Want To Have Fun. Her voice is good, but the problem comes from the music itself. It's clear that though she knows the lyrics, the tempo and all together the stylings of the song are completely foreign to her.
By the second verse, however, she's getting the hang of the new tempo, and is able to finish with relative success.
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