interstellar5555 | Sing A Song [Closed]

Who: Rarity and Marty
What: Rarity has insisted Greg and Meril be given some space for Valentine's Day. To that end, she's dragged Marty out of the penthouse for a night on the town. Duets ensue.
When: February 14th (backdated)
Where: The fanciest of shopping centers, not unlike this one
Warnings: None?

It has been a very tough few weeks for everyone in the band - and in the whole label, so far as Rarity knows - and she's decided they all need a break. More to the point, she's decided that Greg and Meril need some alone time for Valentine's Day; to that end, she's nearly dragged Marty out the door for an afternoon and evening on the town, bodyguards in tow (unfortunately). It isn't too terribly difficult to get into a movie (some form of comedy - light fare, after everything); it is incredibly difficult to get into any restaurant, even with their star status. Valentine's Day is busy, after all.

"Well, we need to find somewhere to go," Rarity says, perching on a bench next to the fountain. "Marty, what do you think?"

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You can practically hear the record scratch.

Rarity sighs and stops the music. "Honestly, Marty. That's where you want to go with this?"

"What?" He shrugs, his face burning with embarrassment. "I think about old guys, okay?"

...because of weird stuff going on. "M-Memories I mean. Aah, I was friends with an old guy before. I think."

Behold, the most awkward smile ever.

It's not a particularly nice save, but it is an acceptable one. Rarity sighs again and backs the music up just a bit. "Let's try it again, shall we? I'll start this time."

She listens for a moment, letting the opening grow and swell, and for a moment something takes hold of her. She's not the best at improvising, but between the rise of the music and the flow of whatever has her in its sway, she's certain she can come up with something.

Tommy used to work on the docks
Union's been on strike; he's down on his luck
It's tough, so tough

They're not her usual style, but they're perfect for the music. She looks to Marty, silently cueing him to take it and run with it.

Oh yeah, this is a lot better. The words that come from Rarity seem to match the tone of the music perfectly. Suddenly, ideas and things start to come a little easier, to the point where they flow like water. His foot taps in time with the beat, his head bobbing up and down as he watches for his cue. And when he gets it-

Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man; she brings home her pay
For love, for love

There we go. That's better, even he'll admit. Marty flashes Rarity a grin.

Ooh, that's much better. Whatever's been guiding her has her well and truly in its grasp, and she doesn't mind - there's something about being completely in sync with the music and with Marty that just feels right, and she runs with it, soaring into a harmony and fully trusting Marty to take the melody.

She says we gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot

Their singing -now that Marty stopped screwing it up- starts to attract the attention of the shoppers nearby. WIth the music booming away and the two of them put together, it's certainly a show to be had. It's certainly different music for what you'd hear on Valentine's Day, but maybe that helps in its own way. Something to break from the sweets and the mush.

The lyrics come to him without a second thought. Marty spreads his arms, takes a breath…

Woah, we're half way there
Wo-ah! Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Wo-ah! livin' on a prayer!

Let them stare; Rarity's enjoying herself far too much to care. In fact, why don't they give their audience something to talk about? A little drama, perhaps.

Tommy's got his six-string in hock
Now he's holding in
What he used to make it talk so tough, it's tough

People gather around, some starting to dance. Some sing along. There's a good crowd forming now, swinging in time with the music. This is the part that Marty really loves to see.

Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers,
"Baby, it's okay, someday…

There's also people with cell phones whipped out, shamelessly recording and even taking selfies. This will be all over the internet tomorrow morning; Rarity is certain of it. Not that that's a bad thing, mind you.

We gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot

Everything about this is perfect. There's a crowd cheering the two of them on, proof of their existence is being made. There's definitely going to be talk about this later on, but it's not like he minds! The more publicity the merrier, in Marty's opinion.

He looks over to Rarity and gives a little nod, as if he's saying - sing this too!

Whoa, we're half way there
Wh-oa! Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Wh-oa, Livin' on a prayer

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