A/N: I know this chap. Is short, that's cuz u guys didn't review! So review
on this one and I'll write a nice V/S shippiness chapter 7, hehe ( Oh and
I don't know any French so just pretend that whatever people say, excluding
Vaughn and Sydney, is French okay?
The Fleur Dele Coeur was a huge building, maybe a hotel on a busy downtown street. Red carpets were everywhere and there was a very long line of rich and famous people waiting to get in.
Our car, a BMW Sport was met by some men in white shirts and black pants who took the keys from Vaughn, he had driven, very fast as a matter of fact, and helped us out of the car. Vaughn walked right up to the front of the line and said to the huge man who was blocking the entrance "Levant". The big man picked up his book and skimmed down until he found our name and checked us off. We strode in, arm in arm, and it took me awhile to get used to the dimness of the room. There were many tables set up with a single candle in the center and a stage was up front. At the moment a beautiful woman was singing a tune that I couldn't identify and everybody's attention was set on her. Vaughn led me down the side of the room and behind the stage were a number of oddly dressed people were waiting for their fifteen minutes of fame. There he left me but before he did he said "You're going to do great Syd and I'll be at the front table okay?"
"Okay Vaughn thank you" I said and smiled, he returned it and walked away.
"Now for the beautiful voice you've all been waiting for, the flower of all our hearts, Lavender Levant. My whole body went tense as I heard these words and I stiffly walked out onto the stage. The lights dimmed drastically and I walked over to the microphone. Suddenly everybody went silent and I took that as my cue to sing. Then it hit me, I hadn't prepped a song to sing. Invisible sweat poured down my face, but after a short moment of quick thinking I picked a song from Moulin Rouge.
. The French are glad to die for love, GIRL'S BEST FRIEND (Marilyn They delight in fighting duels. . . But I prefer a man who lives. . . And gives expensive jewels. A kiss on the hand may be quite continental, But diamonds are a. girl's best friend. A kiss may be grand, But it won't pay the rental on your humble flat, Or help you feed your pussycat. Men grow cold as girls grow old, And we all lose our charms in the end. But square cut or pear-shape, These rocks don't lose their shape. Diamonds are a girl's best friend. Tiffany's! Cartier! 'Cause we are living in a material world, And I am a material girl! Black star, Roscor! Talk to me Harry Zidler, tell me all about it! There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer, But diamonds are a girl's best friend. There may come a time when a hard-boiled employer Thinks you're. .awful nice! But get that ice or else no dice! Diamonds are a girl's Diamonds are a girl's best, Diamonds are a girl's best friend. [ Cause that's when those louses. . .
. . .Go back to their spouses. . . . . .Diamonds are a. . .
. . .girl's best friend. (Here we are now. . .)
The Fleur Dele Coeur was a huge building, maybe a hotel on a busy downtown street. Red carpets were everywhere and there was a very long line of rich and famous people waiting to get in.
Our car, a BMW Sport was met by some men in white shirts and black pants who took the keys from Vaughn, he had driven, very fast as a matter of fact, and helped us out of the car. Vaughn walked right up to the front of the line and said to the huge man who was blocking the entrance "Levant". The big man picked up his book and skimmed down until he found our name and checked us off. We strode in, arm in arm, and it took me awhile to get used to the dimness of the room. There were many tables set up with a single candle in the center and a stage was up front. At the moment a beautiful woman was singing a tune that I couldn't identify and everybody's attention was set on her. Vaughn led me down the side of the room and behind the stage were a number of oddly dressed people were waiting for their fifteen minutes of fame. There he left me but before he did he said "You're going to do great Syd and I'll be at the front table okay?"
"Okay Vaughn thank you" I said and smiled, he returned it and walked away.
"Now for the beautiful voice you've all been waiting for, the flower of all our hearts, Lavender Levant. My whole body went tense as I heard these words and I stiffly walked out onto the stage. The lights dimmed drastically and I walked over to the microphone. Suddenly everybody went silent and I took that as my cue to sing. Then it hit me, I hadn't prepped a song to sing. Invisible sweat poured down my face, but after a short moment of quick thinking I picked a song from Moulin Rouge.
. The French are glad to die for love, GIRL'S BEST FRIEND (Marilyn They delight in fighting duels. . . But I prefer a man who lives. . . And gives expensive jewels. A kiss on the hand may be quite continental, But diamonds are a. girl's best friend. A kiss may be grand, But it won't pay the rental on your humble flat, Or help you feed your pussycat. Men grow cold as girls grow old, And we all lose our charms in the end. But square cut or pear-shape, These rocks don't lose their shape. Diamonds are a girl's best friend. Tiffany's! Cartier! 'Cause we are living in a material world, And I am a material girl! Black star, Roscor! Talk to me Harry Zidler, tell me all about it! There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer, But diamonds are a girl's best friend. There may come a time when a hard-boiled employer Thinks you're. .awful nice! But get that ice or else no dice! Diamonds are a girl's Diamonds are a girl's best, Diamonds are a girl's best friend. [ Cause that's when those louses. . .
. . .Go back to their spouses. . . . . .Diamonds are a. . .
. . .girl's best friend. (Here we are now. . .)