Desire of the stage

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Blake had been up in the belcony seating, his feet propped up on the seat in front of him. He had his hat down over his eyes and his fingers laced resting over his torso. Under his hat his eyes were closed and he was on the verge of a light sleep. He hadnt been able to get much sleep since his run in with 'the group'.

The sound of the door creaking open had his ears perking up with slight alert and he lifted his hand up to tip his hat back up on to his head. He sat still ignoring the dull pain that still plagued his ribs. his bruises were fading, but his ribs were still tender.

Blake waited, listening for any more noise and he was picking up the feint sound of footprints down below, but they were so quiet he wasnt sure if he was hearing things just because he was expecting to hear something or not. The sound seemed to become nonexistant for a few moments before he heard the distinct sound of steps on the stage.

Someone was definately there. Blake brought his feet down from the back of the chair and stood up sliding quietly to the front row of the belcony so he could peer down.

A smirk graced his lips as he watched the girl look around from the stage. he could just imagine what she must be envisioning. She had that look on her that told him exactly what she was thinking.

Blake rested his arms on the wooden surface of the railing and then rested his chin atop of them, observing her. Finally, he watched her close her eyes and start to sing. He could tell that she wasnt just singing for singings sake, but that it came from deep within her. IT was something that seemed to be missing now adays on the stage and it was refreshing to hear.

He tilted his head to the side a bit as her voice filled the empty hollows of the opera house, bringing it to life for those breif moments of the length of the song. Finally when she ended it, he started to clap. To him he could hear the people that had popped up to listen to her clap as well and give her a standing ovation.

Of course those faded away till all he could hear now was his own clapping that seemed to echo loudly through the emptyness. He stopped then clearing his throat and brought a finger to his hat tipping it a bit "Lovely voice you've got there miss"he said with a charming grin, though he wasnt sure if she could really see him from the stage.

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Blake grinned. Her voice sounded different when she wasnt singing and he could hear the hint of french in there. He quirked his brow. 'hmm.."He shook his head. "No thanks needed."He pushed away from the edge as he watched her start to move off the stage.

Heading down from the belcony he headed down the steps till he was back down to level with her. PLacing his hands in his pockets of his suit jacket he moved casually down the aisle towards her. He was in a new outfit, after getting his other one demolished prit near by 'the gang' he knew he had to get a knew one.

He was glad too, because he would have hated to be here right now in anything other. As always he looked like he had some heft of money to him. "Lou?"he said, "Well its a pleasure to meet such talent. Im Blake"he stopped in front of her, reaching out to take her hand gently and bring it to his lips kissing the back of her hand and then let her have it back.

"Please tell me you are the new addition to this place'he said. "We need something, its all going stale.."He nodded. "And I dont like my investments going stale." It wasnt a complete lie, but the fact that the comment layed where it had implied exactly what it sounded.

He studied her and then grinned. "sorry if I'm staring"He said, 'but you have some of the most captivating eyes I've ever seen"he tilted his head a bit to the side. "You would definatly be a great addition."He then murmered something in french. Yes the boy had many hidden talents and no one but cole knew them, only because he had the same ones.

Their parents, before they died, had made sure their sons were not going to be a disgrace to them, therefor they made sure they were learning all the things they needed to and then some.

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Blake had no idea that this girl knew houdini, nor did he know what she may have told her. Unfortunately for him, he was being played a fool without even realizing it.

He chuckled a bit and shrugged."mm.."He said, but said nothing more. He glanced around a moment before looking back a her. At her next comment he quirked his brow. "I think that Im not sure I know what you are saying'he said. "Maybe you have misinterpreted what I have said.."He suggested, cocking his head a fraction.

Blake chuckled. "Well..'He said, "I meant it, but I wonder"He said bringing his hand to his chin, tapping his finger lightly on it. "Why would you question that'He said, 'Even if I was the type that wanted to add you to his list, would that mean that every compliment would be a lie?"he asked, "Because I can assure you that when I compliment a lady, I mean it with every fiber of my being"He nodded.

"But I have to say, for someone with imagination enough to perform on a stage, with... or without a true crowd: You surely dont have imagination enough to believe in flattery. In someone trying to make you special."He frowned with a little sigh."You are too beautiful to be that way"He said, "You have the type of smile that shines and should never be too far behind anything you do" he smiled a bit at her. 'Dont grow up into those prudes just yet my lovely lou"He shook his head placing his hand back in his pocket.