"You want to hear passion in my voice?" she asked, fire in her eyes. "Fine."
She rolled her shoulders. She felt like there should be someone else here, two someones, almost. But it was just her and this hyped up old lady who needed to take a step back. She closed her eyes, heard violin in her head and when she felt the moment hit, her eyes snapped open, and they managed to seem dead inside and yet burning with rage at the same time, like some part of her soul had been ripped away from her.
But she sang. Where her last song, not that she recalled, had been used to steal the dreams from the strongest dreamers who came to her concert, steal their heart's eggs, their souls almost... this one had been a siren's song that summoned children to her and then stole eggs from all of them. Maybe the other song had more passion, but this had more power, and at the moment, she was very much confusing the two.
A singer made pop star sensation by an evil corporation that wants to use her music for evil.
She rolled her shoulders. She felt like there should be someone else here, two someones, almost. But it was just her and this hyped up old lady who needed to take a step back. She closed her eyes, heard violin in her head and when she felt the moment hit, her eyes snapped open, and they managed to seem dead inside and yet burning with rage at the same time, like some part of her soul had been ripped away from her.
But she sang. Where her last song, not that she recalled, had been used to steal the dreams from the strongest dreamers who came to her concert, steal their heart's eggs, their souls almost... this one had been a siren's song that summoned children to her and then stole eggs from all of them. Maybe the other song had more passion, but this had more power, and at the moment, she was very much confusing the two.