Sing!

Chapter Six: Auditions

  MUSIC IS A LANGUAGE THAT DOESNT SPEAK IN PARTICULAR WORDS. IT SPEAKS IN EMOTIONS, AND IF IT'S IN THE BONES, IT'S IN THE BONES

|Keith Richards|

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Winter's Diner was a stereotypical diner with a large neon sign stating the name. A casual atmosphere, with a combination of booths served by a waitstaff and a long sit-down counter with direct service, in the smallest simply by a cook. The Diner was large, narrow and elongated with red floor-mounted stools for the customers in front. Larger models have a row of booths against the front wall and at the ends. Black and white tiles that were specifically placed down to create a certain pattern.

Elsa came into the kitchen wearing her blue uniform. Her mother followed behind her, as Elsa tied her hair up.

"What?" Iduna exclaimed as she rushed after Elsa, "you mean Peter wasn't elected and you were," Iduna asked her daughter who glanced at her in shock, "no, I just mean you can't organise this whole thing by yourself," Elsa sighed at her mother encouragement, "oh, honey. I'm only thinking of you, it's just so much work for you," Elsa continued to clip her stray hairs back as her mother proceeded to nag her, "and you don't seem very happy about it," Elsa glanced towards her mother and shook her head before turning towards the counter, "yes I know, I notice everything. Aw, honey, you should be having the best time of your life."

Elsa had enough. Turning towards her mother, "mama, I'm not seeing Peter anymore. It's over," swiftly she left her mother to deal with the news.

"Elsa!" Charlotte exclaimed as she sat with her friend, "can we maybe get some water over here."

"How many years you been coming here, get it yourself," Iduna snapped towards Charlotte as she continued towards Elsa who was beside the till.

"What do you mean over? How could you walk away from him?" Iduna asked as Elsa sighed. Elsa knew that Iduna was not going to take it well, she never did.

"He walked away from me," Elsa informed her mother as she sighed.

"And you just let him go?" Iduna questioned as if it was ridiculous that Elsa would do such a thing. Elsa could only sigh. It was the only treatment she had against her mother.

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The town was a maze of narrow winding streets, as complex as the heart. The streets were the veins, paved with dark red stones, and the people were the blood. The sound of the voices, beating of feet and smells of lasting fires, was the consistent and dull motions that let you know the town was alive.

Jack strolled down the sidewalk like everyone else. When next to a store that had bushels of fruit displayed outside, Jack swiftly grasped several and placed them in his pocket. No one noticed. No one but one person.

Beeping, Jack jumped back at the sound. Recognising the black Cadillac, Jack smiled while rushing towards the window. Inside was his idol Pitch, Pitch Black. Pitch was like Jack's older brother, he had taught Jack everything about the streets. Jack was who he was because of Pitch.

Pitch had hair the colour of black which was against the skin so white it wasn't expected in those parts. The shock and the contrast only served to make him all the more ghostly, all the more haunting. Smoky dark green tendrils circled his pupil, with the exotic black flecks within holding the light. Pitch was slightly taller than Jack, but that was because he was much older than Jack. A tall build that was slender and revealed no sign of muscle, unlike Frost. The two appeared to be complete opposites, but characteristically, they were the same.