Watching the gentleman kiss Eliza’s hand with such care, Abia’s cheeks reddened once again, only she wasn’t entirely sure why this time. She cleared her throat and excused herself, suddenly finding the confidence that had been missing before.<br/><br/>As she took a few steps onto the stage, the tavern already quieted down. In all the years they have known her, nobody had ever seen Abia perform. She was always either too busy, or came up with some excuse every time somebody asked. Yet, now there she was. There were some hushed whispers in the back, but the silence was palpable. Abia began to feel the pins or anxiety creep onto the back of her neck, but she grit her teeth and fought through it. She whispered something the to pianist. He grinned, a little dumbfounded as well by her appearance, but ready to play anything she asked.<br/><br/>A soft song began to play, very light but sweet. She nibbled at her bottom lip again, taking in a deep breath to calm her nerves, but failing miserably. Nevertheless, she began, albeit a little shakily and off key at first, but slowly got into the rhythm, singing each note cleanly with a calm voice, as if she had been doing this for years.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Calligraffitti"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">This love it is a distant star<br/>
Guiding us home wherever we are<br/>
This love it is a burning sun<br/>
Shining light on the things that we’ve done<br/>
<br/>
I try to speak to you every day<br/>
But each word we spoke the wind blew away<br/>
<br/>
Could these walls come crumbling down<br/>
I want to feel my feet on the ground<br/>
Leave behind this prison we share<br/>
Step into the open air<br/>
<br/>
How did we let it come to this<br/>
What we just tasted we somehow still miss<br/>
How will it feel when this day is done<br/>
And can we keep what we’ve only begun<br/>
<br/>
Now these walls come crumbling down<br/>
And I can feel my feet on the ground<br/>
Can we carry this love that we share<br/>
Into the open air<br/>
<br/>
Into the open air<br/>
<br/>
Into the open air<br/>
<br/>
This love it is a burning sun....</span></span></span>​</div><br/>When the last word faded, the whole room remained silently staring, some mouths agape. Her face turned a deep red, unsure how to interpret this reaction, “uh......” she quickly turned to the pianist and gestured to him to start a more upbeat song. He nodded in response and began playing Drunken Sailor, which she in turn began to sing, hoping to get her patrons out of this stupor she accidentally put them in. “What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor early in the morning.” And soon, many of them joined in, while others continued their conversations, “way-hay and up she rises, way-hay and up she rises, way-hay and up she rises ear-lay in the morning.” Abia quickly rushed off the stage as a couple of the patrons came onto it to join and dig the verses very drunkenly, but happily.<br/><br/>She found a dark corner to sit in and relearn how to breathe. Meanwhile, Eliza kept making her moves on the adventurer as soon as the initial shock of Abia singing wore off. “So, what brings you to a Little ol place like our quaint village?” She asked, smirking and walking her fingers along the man’s broad shoulder teasingly.