The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[GamesMaster]

She tries her best -- but it's snatches of song, arias with no words. Lovely arias, complex rhythms she taps out with her paws on the table, but difficult as she keeps fading in and out of humming or singing. 

[Lux]

"It's beautiful," Lux murmurs softly, trying to get her to eat a little more bread during one of her pauses. "You should sing instead of whore."

[GamesMaster]

"Nobody pays to hear gutter trash sing," she says, h er voice a bit harsh as she bites into the bread. 

[Lux]

"Wouldn't be gutter trash," Lux points out. "You clean yourself up, smile pretty and sing that music out for people and you'll make more than you ever did on your back I wager."

[GamesMaster]

"Can't hear it sober."

[Lux]

Lux frowns, tilting his head a little to the side. "That seems strange," he muses. "Never ever?"

[GamesMaster]

"Never," she agrees. "It's the Brush. Not me."

[Lux]

"I never heard any music on Brush," Lux points out. "Never had anyone tell me they did, not music like that anyways."

[GamesMaster]

"Most see things. I hear things. 'sall"

[Lux]

"Beautiful things, things other people would enjoy. And pay to do so."

[GamesMaster]

"Says you."

[Lux]

"Which of the two of us has any stage experience again?"

[GamesMaster]

"Neither?"

[Lux]

"Right, exa--" Wait, what? "No, me. The answer is me. I've done street busking plenty and did some amateur theatre shows."  

[GamesMaster]

"Not the same." Brianne shakes her head. "Tried once. Nobody hires cats to go on stage."