Anara Valnor
The Crimson Siren
Amber eyes were distant as she stared down at the city scape from her high vantage point atop the roof of a nameless building, vibrant red hair dancing out behind her. Blinking slowly she scanned the horizon as though she were looking for something or someone. Eventually she returned to the present and took a seat on the ledge she had been standing upon, pulling her guitar from her back. She smoothed her hands across the instrument, admiring the craftmenship; the guitar was made of veshok wood with a cortosis weave encompassing the body while the rest of the components were made of phrik. The instrument had cost her a pretty penny, everything she had in fact, but it was well worth it to have a guitar she could take into battle and could channel her music through; at least that was the plan she had yet to actually practice with the guitar.
Smiling softly Anar tuned the guitar, before playing a simple melody. Smiling as she played she closed her eyes, allowing the Song of the Force to wash over her. The Song swelled in her mind and it amplified the music she was playing, breathing life into the notes she plucked on her guitar as if it were hooked up to an amplifier. She continued to play until the melody faded, her fingers ceasing to play of their own accord. Slowly amber eyes slid open and she just stared off into the distance, allowing the Song to sooth her soul. As of late she had been having nightmares and someone was there in her dreams, always the same presence, but if she knew who it was she could never remember when she awoke. Sighing she adjusted her grip on her guitar, the Song guiding her hands and her voice as she started to play once more, the wind carrying her voice away as she sang.
Smiling softly Anar tuned the guitar, before playing a simple melody. Smiling as she played she closed her eyes, allowing the Song of the Force to wash over her. The Song swelled in her mind and it amplified the music she was playing, breathing life into the notes she plucked on her guitar as if it were hooked up to an amplifier. She continued to play until the melody faded, her fingers ceasing to play of their own accord. Slowly amber eyes slid open and she just stared off into the distance, allowing the Song to sooth her soul. As of late she had been having nightmares and someone was there in her dreams, always the same presence, but if she knew who it was she could never remember when she awoke. Sighing she adjusted her grip on her guitar, the Song guiding her hands and her voice as she started to play once more, the wind carrying her voice away as she sang.
"My life is a musical
I know how to put on a pretty pathetic show
I hide backstage
Keep the curtains closed
'Cause I'm scared, I'm scared
I'm getting pretty good at feeding them the lines they like
But I don't recognize the girl that I face each night
I can compromise till I'm convinced
It's right
What happened to the girl who could overlook the world?
She never gave a second thought to what the other people thought
What happened to the dream of rejecting the routine?
'Cause they never worked for me
I'm gonna burn this theater down and pray to God for the strength to help me face the crowd
I wanna live like I lost the script and scream every line
Like "this is it!""
I know how to put on a pretty pathetic show
I hide backstage
Keep the curtains closed
'Cause I'm scared, I'm scared
I'm getting pretty good at feeding them the lines they like
But I don't recognize the girl that I face each night
I can compromise till I'm convinced
It's right
What happened to the girl who could overlook the world?
She never gave a second thought to what the other people thought
What happened to the dream of rejecting the routine?
'Cause they never worked for me
I'm gonna burn this theater down and pray to God for the strength to help me face the crowd
I wanna live like I lost the script and scream every line
Like "this is it!""