<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/8876779/740full-nicole-meyer.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yolande Solomon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Student Lounge<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Saturday 6th September, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Showing off a little, meeting a new person, changed to singing this:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kq8ETHVh530</div></div><hr/><br/>As Yolande lent on the piano and sang to the stranger she quickly picked up on some discomfort. Perhaps she was being a little over the top with her actions. And words. The song was undeniably fairly intense to sing to someone she didn't know. Even to someone she did know. Yolande could tell on body language alone, but her thoughts were only confirmed when she heard this girl's thoughts. She hated to spy on people who didn't deserve it, but she wasn't nearly honed enough to understand how to keep from looking. Yolande's ego soared as she heard the shower of complimentary thoughts, both the innocent and not-so-innocent ones. It made her feel good, but she also had a moment of pity for the other girl's self depreciating nature. Particularly when she seemed talented already, after so little time.<br/><br/>Yolande backed up slightly, pulling away from the piano, and sitting on the nearest chair. She looked at Rahne and cut her singing off. In the moment of silence she smiled a little. A faint attempt to reassure the other girl that this wasn't a joke, bullying or any other form of cruelty. She just simply wished to sing, and if Rahne would be more comfortable with a different song she was perfectly comfortable making that happen.<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry. We should change pace. I did not mean to harass you, honestly. I would love to keep singing though."</strong><br/><br/>Yolande finished talking and kept quiet for just long enough to let Rahne reply before softly breaking back into song. This time slower and more thought out at the beginning, choosing a song with real emotion and space to show off in a less flirty way.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>"Ain't no sunshine when she's gone..."</em></div><br/>She let the first line hang a little, putting real power behind her voice. Her ordinarily soft tone could be relatively deep if she pushed herself, and it suited this song well.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>It's not warm when she's away.<br/>Ain't no sunshine when she's gone<br/>And she's always gone too long<br/>Anytime she goes away.</em></div><br/>She continued through the song with her eyes on Rahne, but not staring, just making sure the girl was encouraged. She quietly wished she knew more songs. Or at least knew what Rahne could play or enjoyed. But this would do for now, and it wasn't time to start delving into stranger's heads without practice or permission.