<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>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/><br/><br/>Yolande smiled a little at Rahne's response. She was glad the girl was comfortable, or at least claimed to be comfortable, with her presence. As she continued to sing she smiled at Rahne. Her talent was impressive, and she felt glad to have a gifted pianist to sing to. The music was beautiful, and Yolande enjoyed how her voice sounded accompanied by it. She pushed her voice a little, although the song was a fairly calm one it had enough space to show off her lifetime of coaching.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Wonder this time where she's gone<br/>Wonder if she's gone to stay<br/>Ain't no sunshine when she's gone<br/>And this house just ain't no home<br/>Anytime she goes away</em></div><br/>While she sang she moved a small stool up to sit a little beside the piano, far enough away to let Rahne maintain personal space but close enough that it still felt like they were creating their music together. She felt an unusual warmth. Yolande wasn't used to appreciating other people's talents, and most other musicians she met were either talent-less or egotistical and irritating.<br/><br/>After her initial curiosity she'd stopped, or at least done her best to stop, probing Rahne's mind. She felt images and ideas of the self depreciating nature and it bit her a little. For once someone she was impressed by and they were bringing themselves down. Ordinarily it was her bringing others down. Uncertainly Yolande decided to attempt to speak with Rahne telepathically to avoid ruining their music. She spoke in a soft, gentle tone doing her best not to startle her.<br/><br/><em>"Hello." </em><br/><br/>Her perfect pitched introduction pushed into Rahne's mind, quietly Yolande wasn't sure if she was making an awful decision but outwardly she was incapable of displaying that uncertainty.<br/><br/><em>"I can speak to you like this. If you want. So we do not interrupt the music. You are incredibly talented, I hope you know."</em><br/><br/>If Rahne turned to the source of the voice she'd see Yolande offering a small smile. She ordinarily wasn't nearly this sensitive or polite, but something about Rahne seemed so vulnerable that Yolande didn't feel at all threatened or confrontational, but did worry about upsetting her further.<br/><br/><br/>