<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fUo5lt0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stockholm, Sweden<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | after midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa outdoor grassy edge of Infinity Pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as pictured<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>hopes and dreams<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Devon(Capone) | Open (because in the Villa there is no hiding)<br/><em><strong>Mood</strong></em>:  Linkin Park - Numb (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qZxMY7FZf8)<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GlZeR2L.jpg)</div>In the quiet night she heard him before she saw him. The tall rocker with the long brown hair, Devon. He reclined beside her and asked if he could listen to her sing. She scrunched up her nose and shook her head a little before she gave up finally shrugging her one exposed shoulder. She didn't want the music to stop and it was all she had.<br/><br/><strong>"Okay but no laughing. And hang on,"</strong>Elsa whispered.<strong>"I have to pretend to play the piano or whatever that instrument is on my knees for this one. Cause that's how I used to do it in my bedroom at night with my headphones on...."</strong>With those words she started to lightly pretend to play the piano. Her fingers moved with some rehearsed practice, the sisters at her school all taught them how to play a variety of instruments. It was part of their music program. She just wasn't the best at it but she could still do it. In the end, with fingers drumming on her knees under the Spanish night sky, none of that really mattered.<br/><br/><em>&lt;spoken word with a sing songy Swedish lilt&gt;<br/>♫ I'm tired of being what you want me to be<br/>Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface<br/>I don't know what you're expecting of me<br/>Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes<br/>Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow<br/>Every step that I take is another mistake to you<br/>Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow ♫</em><br/><br/><strong>"Sing along with me if you know it. You must, everyone does."</strong>She looked at Devon and studied his eyes.<br/><br/><em>♫ I've become so numb, I can't feel you there<br/>Become so tired, so much more aware<br/>By becoming this all I want to do<br/>Is be more like me and be less like you ♫</em><br/><br/>She sat up and reached out trying to take Devon's hands if he let her. She was just squeezing a little drama into her silly performance because if she was going to make a fool of herself on what was probably going to be filmed, she might as well go all the way with it.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">continuing to sing the lyrics...</div><div class="spoiler_body">♫ Can't you see that you're smothering me?<br/>Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control<br/>'Cause everything that you thought I would be<br/>Has fallen apart right in front of you<br/>Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow<br/>Every step that I take is another mistake to you<br/>Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow<br/>And every second I waste is more than I can take!<br/><br/>I've become so numb, I can't feel you there<br/>Become so tired, so much more aware<br/>By becoming this all I want to do<br/>Is be more like me and be less like you<br/><br/>And I know I may end up failing too  *She nodded a yes to the vocals*<br/>But I know you were just like me with someone disappointed in you<br/><br/>I've become so numb, I can't feel you there<br/>Become so tired, so much more aware<br/>By becoming this all I want to do<br/>Is be more like me and be less like you<br/><br/>I've become so numb, I can't feel you there<br/>I'm tired of being what you want me to be<br/>I've become so numb, I can't feel you there<br/>I'm tired of being what you want me to be ♫</div></div><br/><br/>Elsa played out the last few tones on the grass like it was her own mock synth box or piano.<br/><br/><strong>"I just love their music. When I was young it got me through so much and... Well... Later when my papa passed it reminded me of how great he was. He always supported me through everything. Even putting up with my very overly emotional teen years."</strong>Elsa chuckled.<strong>"Well I'm still emotional just not in the same way. Although, I got angry earlier today and it's very out of character for me. I didn't like it... So basically that's why I'm out here singing to myself. Why are you out here? It's late you should be sleeping. Surely the dulcet tones of one of your fellow islanders massacring a song didn't draw you out?"</strong>