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When you see this, share 3 random lines from 3 WIPs
I only have one WIP, so these are all from A Song Is a Weapon. There's a lot of middle between what I've fleshed out & these scenes, so still a little sketchy.
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littlebutfierce, the tag is for introducing me to the song in #3, :)
1) Rachel assessed herself coldly in the mirror. She looked too peaked; she pushed her fingertips into her cheeks, massaging tiny circles to push some color there.
Who knew that a theatrical education would have practical applications in espionage? I should write a thesis about this.
2) Her fingers hit some low notes on the electronic keyboard. Simple - he knew she didn’t play much.
“All my life, I’ve been fighting a war…” her voice started out like it always did, clear, sweetly cutting the air with pure, full notes.
Her voice lifted higher.
“My heart jumps around when I’m alluded to.
This will not do.”
Puck new they’d all been scared - for a long time - but all he could think about was how Rachel had had the fear first, and worst - but her entire tone shifted, to anger.
“’Cause I was raised up to be admired
To be noticed.”
Her anger was about her loss, then. Of a meticulously planned future to which she’d devoted the last decade of her life.
Could she ever do this?
Would her bitterness allow her to slip into other personas, to ignore herself for the sake of their missions?
Rachel turned toward him then, as if reading his thoughts. Her smile was warm and infectious as she went on.
“It’s a switch flipped,
It’s a pill tipped back
It’s a moon eclipse.
And I can tell you that when the lights come on I’ll be ready for this.”
She went to another verse, and her voice was full and strong.
Puck hadn’t exactly forgotten what it was like to listen to Rachel Berry sing, but remembering was so different than being right in front of her.
3) “I’ve been thinking a lot about faith,” says Rachel. “But before you get upset, Kurt,” she holds her hand up as if to silence him, even though he hadn’t said anything. He lifted his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. “This is a little different, though. And…I think you’ll like it especially, because you’re my Glenda,” she said.
She took a deep breath and rested her fingers on the piano. Her posture’s always good, but on the bench it’s perfect.
“Well I’m off to see the wizard,
With his curtain and his crown,
But my hands are not trembling,
And my head it is not bowed.
All I’m asking is that you show me something real…”
Her voice trembles a bit, and Kurt feels as though no one else is really breathing. When she sings, “All I’m looking for is someone to walk with me,” and reaches her hand toward him, he smiles and takes her hand, swinging them back and forth while she continues. He almost can’t believe how much her writing has improved - they’ve all matured over the past few months, but being able to articulate something this meaningful and… sad, is truly surprising.
Maybe it’s easier to write when you have something to say.
littlebutfierce, the tag is for introducing me to the song in #3, :)1) Rachel assessed herself coldly in the mirror. She looked too peaked; she pushed her fingertips into her cheeks, massaging tiny circles to push some color there.
Who knew that a theatrical education would have practical applications in espionage? I should write a thesis about this.
2) Her fingers hit some low notes on the electronic keyboard. Simple - he knew she didn’t play much.
“All my life, I’ve been fighting a war…” her voice started out like it always did, clear, sweetly cutting the air with pure, full notes.
Her voice lifted higher.
“My heart jumps around when I’m alluded to.
This will not do.”
Puck new they’d all been scared - for a long time - but all he could think about was how Rachel had had the fear first, and worst - but her entire tone shifted, to anger.
“’Cause I was raised up to be admired
To be noticed.”
Her anger was about her loss, then. Of a meticulously planned future to which she’d devoted the last decade of her life.
Could she ever do this?
Would her bitterness allow her to slip into other personas, to ignore herself for the sake of their missions?
Rachel turned toward him then, as if reading his thoughts. Her smile was warm and infectious as she went on.
“It’s a switch flipped,
It’s a pill tipped back
It’s a moon eclipse.
And I can tell you that when the lights come on I’ll be ready for this.”
She went to another verse, and her voice was full and strong.
Puck hadn’t exactly forgotten what it was like to listen to Rachel Berry sing, but remembering was so different than being right in front of her.
3) “I’ve been thinking a lot about faith,” says Rachel. “But before you get upset, Kurt,” she holds her hand up as if to silence him, even though he hadn’t said anything. He lifted his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. “This is a little different, though. And…I think you’ll like it especially, because you’re my Glenda,” she said.
She took a deep breath and rested her fingers on the piano. Her posture’s always good, but on the bench it’s perfect.
“Well I’m off to see the wizard,
With his curtain and his crown,
But my hands are not trembling,
And my head it is not bowed.
All I’m asking is that you show me something real…”
Her voice trembles a bit, and Kurt feels as though no one else is really breathing. When she sings, “All I’m looking for is someone to walk with me,” and reaches her hand toward him, he smiles and takes her hand, swinging them back and forth while she continues. He almost can’t believe how much her writing has improved - they’ve all matured over the past few months, but being able to articulate something this meaningful and… sad, is truly surprising.
Maybe it’s easier to write when you have something to say.
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This makes me want to get my ass in gear & go to that tab w/the chapter in it that I said I'd beta a century ago & get on it. ^^;;;
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(ETA:) You totally should. Would it be a footnote? But the thesis itself might disappear mysteriously.....
I recently read an SF book about first contact, when a bunch of Earthlings land on another planet. One of that planet's nerdiest people had theorized about just such an event, as part of his academic discipline. Unfortunately, the paper disappeared and was never heard from again. Except, we find, that all the people whose job it is to consider such things had ALL READ IT. (And he was right, too. Go nerds!)