DIDN'T HE SAID HE CAME HERE IMPULSIVELY and not because Luc Von der Meer sent him here? But he's rather representing the Duke in the marriage of the Prince with Lady Marie? What the fuck?
"I'll tell you about it later," he whispered low enough for only me to hear and I swallowed all the questions I wanted to make.
"You better," I whispered back. Then I looked at the Prince again with a fake smile, "Then that's great. I need him there with me. And my answer is yes, I can sing at your wedding!"
Just like that, Lady Marie erupted in joy, hugging the Prince like he had just given her the best present on the planet. "Oh my god, I'm so happy."
"Any dressing rules?"
"Red dress with golden accessories," she exclaimed suddenly serious. "I'll be in white, and the thematic we are going with are purity, love, and gold. White for purity, red for love, golden for gold. All the other men will be in black with some details in gold," now she side looked the devil, then back to me. "And use a dress with a laid-down skirt, like the innovative style of the dress you used on your masquerade ball. By the way, I want the contact of that seamstress, because I loved that dress and I've never seen anything like that!"
I winked, "It was my design. And the seamstress is my nanny, who's pretty much a mother to me. She's amazing at it. We can talk about that later, after your wedding."
"You also know how to design dresses?"
"Yes," it's easy, since I have the designs of the fancy dresses from my past life on earth, after all. "What song do you want to hear now?" I felt the devil's hand pressing my thigh and that made a flame spread inside my body, and I had to bit my lip not to make any satisfied sound.
The Prince tilted his head, "All these songs are love songs. Do you have any sad songs?"
"Hm, most of my sad songs are love related, is that okay?" A nod. "Well then I have two at the tip of my finger. One is called Someone You Loved," that masterpiece by Lewis Capaldi, which I used to hear every time I was sad, "and another called If I Died Last Night," by Jessie Murph. "The first one I can play it on the piano," I turned to the devil who still had his hand on my thigh, "but the second one is in the guitar."
"I have one," he snapped his fingers and it appeared over the piano. But there was a violin with it, as if he knew I would want to use it too. And they were all black like the piano.
To think he loves a color that is the opposite of his beautiful hair, "Thank you, darling," I said as I pressed my hand on his hip and gulped, but still didn't take his hand from my thigh. To get away from his sweet torture, I got up and walked around the piano, taking the guitar and sitting back in the couch in front of the couple. "I'll begin with If I Died Last Night."
"Sounds depressing," the Prince pointed, smiling.
I chuckled with his strange reaction, "It is." Then I turned to the devil who was glaring at me from the piano. "Sit here with me, darling."
He pressed his lips together, "I'll watch it from here, babe," he's not hard, is it? "I'll be with you for the next song," did he get hard just by me touch his hip? Is that why he doesn't want to get up?
Smirking, I nodded, I looked down at the guitar, and played a little just to get the tune right. "It look like it's been a while since someone last played with this kid," I pointed as I adjusted it for the right tune for the song.
"How many instruments can you play, Lady Hope?" She asked me and my dirty mind thought about the devil's cock right away.
Blushing, I gulped, still with my gaze on the guitar, "Lots of it," I managed to say, cursing my dirty mind and the devil who was playing with me just now. "Piano, guitar, violin, harp, flute, and many more."
"How did you learn it?" It was the Prince who asked that this time.
"I'm self-taught," I was all I said before finishing tuning the guitar. "This is one of the songs that contains words I kind of created, so, don't try to understand it all, okay?"
"And feel it, right?" Lady Marie added, excitedly, remembering what I said before.
"Yes," I passed my fingers through the guitar, feeling it, then closed my eyes and began playing it.
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"Some things, they're solid, they're built to last. Some things, they fall apart, they break like glass. Sometimes it's scary what they call "Love". And how fast "What is" can turn to "What was".
Waking up this morning' and I'm drunk again. Without you here. Went outside and I lit up a cigarette. And it made me think.
If I died last night in an aeroplane. In a pile up on the interstate. If I closed my eyes and went up in flames. If I took too much and I suffocate. It would tear me apart, it would haunt me forever. So much you'd never get to know. If I died last night. If I died last night.
Can't stand the thought of you getting that call. Dropping your phone, running down the hall. Blaming yourself for when shit hit the wall. And drowning my memory in alcohol.
If I went to heaven, it would still be hell. Without you there.
If I died last night in an aeroplane. In a pile up on the interstate. If I closed my eyes and went up in flames. If I took too much and I suffocate. It would tear me apart, it would haunt me forever. So much you'd never get to know. If I died last night. If I died last night.
I'm sorry, I hate this. I've never felt so alone. I need you now, so come over. I just want you to know.
If I died last night in an aeroplane. In a pile up on the interstate. If I closed my eyes and went up in flames. If I took too much and I suffocate. It would tear me apart, it would haunt me forever. So much you'd never get to know. If I died last night (if I died last night). If I died last night."
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I used to be very emotional when listening to this song, so it's not a surprise that I felt my eyes watery when I finished. But as opened them, I made sure not to let any tear fall down my cheeks. It would embarrassing.
Blinking, I got up and went to the piano, "Let's play them in a roll, while I'm in this state of sad emotions. The you can give me your feedback." I sat with the devil, feeling his ghostly gaze on me, and ignored it, as I prepared myself to sing the other one.
However, he snapped his fingers and a glass of cold water appeared on his hands, then he handled it to me, "Drink it!"
I couldn't help but to obey him, besides I was thirsty, "Thank you."
He petted my hair, "I'm here with you!"
Did he also got emotional with the song? How cute. "I know," I squeezed his hand, then focused on the piano again. "This one is even sadder, ignore me if I cry," I mumbled, and closed my eyes.