Music (to) My (ears) {Dreamer}

Francesca is sleeping in the warmth of her bed. Her large California King size bed that has built in memory foam and matress pad adding comfort to her body after a hard day of training. Her plush red velvet comforter is cocooning around her, keeping her safe from the nightmares. And her silk sheets providing the smoothness that is always required for a good night's sleep.

How can anyone sleep without silk? she wonders as she's lying in that place between unconscious and conscious. That place where you can still hold onto your dreams; and try to make them reality before they fade into the oblivion of the human's memory. She was dreaming about well, she can't exactly remember as the dream dissipates into a fog of cascading color. Greens and yellows mix as the reds and blues merge to for wonderful purples. She leans up against her head board and rubs her eyes clearing them of any excess fog and cleaning her eyes from the occasional morning crust. Am I fully awake? she wonders as she sees the faded gray covers of her canopy closed around her bed. Enclosing her from any danger the morning sun may bring to any teenage girls life. She pulls them aside slowly, to adjust to morning sunlight and slides out of her bed.

She almost steps on Ignatius her imaginary brother. Her brother that is, if he was real, her twin. The same age and height, that’s about the only thing they have in common. Ignatius is muscular and lean in build, you can tell he works out for his abs are rock solid. His hair is also extremely short and blonde, not platinum like Julian of District 2 but more of a dirty blonde. Sometimes he likes to sleep on the floor next to her or no apparent reason. Not knowing that she slips out of bed like nothing was there, until the very last second. When she pulls her feet back and stood on her tip toes. As she side stepped around him she ran to her closet. More like quietly hopping so to not wake up her brother. She's currently wearing a lingerie nightgown that's a seductive pink in color. Francesca loves to dress up for herself and tries to as much as she can. Looking outside she can see clouds that are starting to roll in, which means no shorts for her today. Grudgingly she decides to put on some great form fitting jeans, some black leather combat boots, and an off the shoulder fleece shirts. Navy blue in color, one that is always flattering on her. When she braids her hair in the closet vanity and throws it over her exposed shoulder is when she decides that she's ready to go out.

Leaving a note on the unmade bed for her brother she decides to leave. Looking back on the bed she worries that it might get lost in the chaos that is her bed.“Nah the maid will clean it up” she whispers to herself. And runs down the stairs and to her foyer. It's white and black marble floors and vaulted ceiling isn't exactly what a girl hopes for when she's trying to not wake everyone. But it doesn't matter as she opens her glass door, grabs her clutch from the key ring, and runs down the street. She slows to a walk as she approaches the Square. It was a murky afternoon but a cool one, so she doesn't regret her outfit choice. You still have to look good while keeping yourself warm she smirks to herself when she hears one of the most beautiful male voices singing. She looks around til she spots the owner of the voice, a younger man with a square jaw and smooth skin. And an adorable button nose hat she just wanted to poke. The song was familiar to her as she joins him harmonizing her alto voice with his own.


“It's too late to apologize
it's too late
Said it's too late to apologize
it's too late...”

She sits down next to him as she still the lyrics. And noticed tear are running down his face. Those tears were too raw for that song, they were brought on by something deeper than that. She grabs a some tissues from her clutch and starts to wipe the tears off of his face. “There we go, now you look better, not so depressed as you may be. Hi my name is Francesca.”[/color][/center][/blockquote]

(It's all good Tom it's was still a really good post!)

The young man slid down the curb when she started to harmonize with him. She was about to ask why he slid away when he looked at her. Francesca could now make out the features of the man, actually seeing him for the first time. His eyes were an incredible shade of blue, an almost grayish blue. His features were soft yet masculine, his rounded jawline and chin are accompanied by a button nose and soft beautiful eyes. He also has some stronger traits however. The higher cheek bones and angular eyebrows perfectly match his stronger stout lips. His hair was interesting, styled yet casual and sophisticated. And his Adam's apple is noticeable. The combination of all this threw her off a bit as she tried to take it all in.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You harmonized with me! That was MY song, not yours! He started to yell but she wasn't paying attention. She noticed that his veins were throbbing with his anger. Pulsating with a steady beat of thumb, thump. Thump thump. Pumping the blood, that sweet nectar that ran through the soft casing of veins. She was watching this poor man's veins when it hit her. Francesca was thirsty, craving for the red ecstasy to stain her lips as the blood runs down her throat. To feel her body pushing into his as she sucks the blood from his neck was all Frannie needed. But not right now she told herself as she pushed the hunger back into the dark depths of her soul and tuned back into his rant. Fuck you! You can't harmonize with me! This is my Fucking show! Not yours! As he finished with his arms crosses across his fit chest. You can tell that he was in shape but he didn't work out.

Francesca stood while he pulled out his cigarette. She stalked the distance that separated them as he apologized. He said something about needing to release his anger and how he's some huge hot shot because he killed two people. Wow big deal, she thought as she rolled her eyes.You might want to cut he tough guy act though. It's fooling no one. But the last question threw her for a loop. So yeah. How are you? She just looked at him, unsure of what to say to the angry sad little boy. So Frannie just did what she did best, be happy and not give a care.“Well seeing how man can muscle me out with a penis, I could be doing better. And aren't we all murderers? She asked with a wink and gave a little curtsy. ”And if it truly is your show, take it from me. she challenged adding a little sexy teasing tone.

She stepped back and began to belt out the song again. Francesca's alto filled the air as the lyrics flew out of her mouth. The tones of the notes rising and falling at her command.

“I'm holding on a rope
Got me 10 feet off the ground”

She started to sway along with the beat. Her hands went up to her chest; like trying to hold her heart in.

“I'm hearin' what you say but I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me then you go and cut me down”

That's when Francesca started to swirl, her hands thrown out-stretched like wings. She was lost in the moment of dancing and singing that she almost forgot that the kid was there.

“But wait
You tell me that you're sorry didn't think I'd turn around and say”

As she finished the verse she slowed down, watched the world come into focus, and stared straight at him when she sang the last line. Almost in a whisper. So scary murderer man,”she addressed him, the annoyance thick in her voice, but smile on her face. Definitely that smile was meant to mock him. ”If this is, truly, your show take it from me.”she repeated. The look on face one of death and menacing. Francesca wanted him to take it from her, she was sick of being treated like the cray bitch that she was.

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