week one | overflow

[marriagebroker]

Ok, weirdos.

Boom Boom Room | Property Damage
Truth Booth Voting | Match Ceremony Voting

Comments

[beatmatching]

[ they definitely return arm in arm, but with a last kiss to her hand he'll release her to be the couch fainting fairy of everyone's dreams. for his part he'll opt for a seat wherever one is available, looking no worse for the wear. ]

It was, wasn't it? There's always that rush after you walk off the stage...

[hexensabbat]

[Well, she checked on one, and now she'll check on the other--]

You good? Not that I think you're ever too bothered by cameras on you, but still.

[beatmatching]

It would be stranger not to have any.

[ with a smile. ]

You saw all of that, didn't you? [ he figured as such and has basically inferred as much, but still. ]

[hexensabbat]

Yep.

[As casually as can be.]

Broadcasted it for all of us on that TV over there. Commercial break and all.

[beatmatching]

How did I look?

[ this is what's important. ]

[hexensabbat]

[...?

She blinks, bemused.]

Uh... you and Yingying both looked picture perfect.

[beatmatching]

[ he chuckles. ]

Good.

Have the votes been decided yet?

[hexensabbat]

Votes? [???] What votes?

[beatmatching]

Who you'll be selecting in the ceremony.

[ not me used to saying VOTES for everything in true mg style but its fine. ]

[scooptimistic]

[ She also checked in on one, now here she is! ]

Still on that adrenaline high? How're you doing?

[beatmatching]

It never gets old.

[ truthfully, unlike ying-ying he's got a certain spark to his step. ]

Did you like the show?

[scooptimistic]

Your singing was beautiful!

[ That's what he meant, right-- ]

[beatmatching]

Thank you.

[ honestly, yeah that's the most important part. ]

I'm used to singing duets, although this is a different type of audience.

[scooptimistic]

But still an appreciative one, right? I guess you couldn't see us, though.

[ Or the world. ]

[beatmatching]

I can feel it my heart.

[ very dramatic, hand to chest. ]

Especially from you.

[scooptimistic]

... This must be the fanservice.

[beatmatching]

Maybe.

[ he winks. ]

Do you want more?

[poans]

[Sooner than later, their paths cross when Yi Sang reorients himself in the middle of the group discussion.]

Most brightly did you burn upon the stage laid before you.

[beatmatching]

[ unfortunately for yi sang, luka regards him with his full attention. ]

Of course I did. Did you enjoy it?

[poans]

[Yike.

Yi Sang's gaze is off-center, staring at the emptiness just above Luka's shoulder. His mind, though, lingers on the moments prior.]

It was a visual and auditory spectacle. When I closed my eyes, I could envision a field of flowers, bathing in the rays of the sun.

[beatmatching]

[ ... ]

Song has that power, for better or worse. Like stories and poems, it's about weaving a tale of a moment in time.

[poans]

["For better or for worse," a moment is frozen in time and preserved . . . is it?]

What tales do you oft weave?

[beatmatching]

Whatever my audience wants. The most popular tales are those of love.

[poans]

Love, you say . . . Whence do you draw your inspiration?

[beatmatching]

From my experiences, of course. The love my father gives me, the adoration of my fans, the time I spent in the Garden with my fellow humans.