Sunday on with the show!!!
You are busking - or perhaps just performing - in a public place where others can see and hear your performance. What type of show do you put on? Are you good, or laughable? Does anyone put a tip in the hat, case, or jar?
Post an RP tag along with your usual tag to see if someone will come and watch the show.
This prompt can only belong to Darren. The lyrics belong to the ABC Cafe/Red and Black number from Les Miserables
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The last thing that the patrons of the sidewalk cafe expected was to find themselves in the middle of a musical production.
"The time is near! So near, it's stirring the blood in their veins!" sang the slender young man perched on a table. He was wearing a bright red waistcoat with a white shirt and jeans, and he had a tricolor rosette pinned to his sleeve. His six other friends were also dressed much in the same mode, but with more subdued colors.
He was all over the place, now leaping off the table to approach the other cafegoers. "And yet beware! Don't let the wine go to your brains!" he continued, snatching a wineglass off a table and tipping its contents into the gutter.
It had been Darren's idea to try this sort of flashmob one summer day. After all, what more theatrical way could there be to make a political statement? He could only hope that the audience would approve before the management would escort him and his friends out.
Post an RP tag along with your usual tag to see if someone will come and watch the show.
This prompt can only belong to Darren. The lyrics belong to the ABC Cafe/Red and Black number from Les Miserables
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The last thing that the patrons of the sidewalk cafe expected was to find themselves in the middle of a musical production.
"The time is near! So near, it's stirring the blood in their veins!" sang the slender young man perched on a table. He was wearing a bright red waistcoat with a white shirt and jeans, and he had a tricolor rosette pinned to his sleeve. His six other friends were also dressed much in the same mode, but with more subdued colors.
He was all over the place, now leaping off the table to approach the other cafegoers. "And yet beware! Don't let the wine go to your brains!" he continued, snatching a wineglass off a table and tipping its contents into the gutter.
It had been Darren's idea to try this sort of flashmob one summer day. After all, what more theatrical way could there be to make a political statement? He could only hope that the audience would approve before the management would escort him and his friends out.