Song

(  Promps here )

A short Janice/Melina

Someone who didn’t knew them so well might not have recognized them, they were on pajamas and without any make up.

 They had shared dinner with Melina’s father, who retired early, as he needed to get up early tomorrow, and they were left on their own.

 Janice offered her companion to braid her hair, as she usually did with her own, so it would get less messy while she slept. While Melina could do it herself, she accepted gladly.

 But then it was just a lazy afternoon, and they weren’t planning on going to sleep so soon.

 A pleasant and completely uneventful chat flowed nicely.

 “I want to play the piano a little. What do you say if you sing along?”

 It was something they loved to do. A passion they shared, music. They were used to sing for others, but also they enjoyed singing for themselves, or for smaller groups.

 “I would love to.”

 And there they were, Janice sitting next to her, both in front of the piano.

 Melina smiled at her, so she nodded, and she started playing, her eyes closed.

 Janice recognized the melody, and then started to sing along.

 " L'amour est un oiseau rebelle

Que nul ne peut apprivoiser

Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle

S'il lui convient de refuser

Rien n'y fait, menaces ou prieres

L'un parle bien, l'autre se tait

Et c'est l'autre que je prefere

Il n'a rien dit mais il me plait"

 Sure, she didn’t agree with Carmen’s vision about love, but it was a nice tune. And practicing her French wasn’t a bad idea either, though she sometimes learned songs in other languages just by phonetics. Janice spoke German very well, and they had both started to study Italian together. The three languages operas were always written.

 Perhaps, Janice though, this room was not like a theater (though the acoustic was good, as you could expect from a composer’s daughter.)

 Also, none of them were dressed as near as elegant or formal as they would be to perform on the scenery. Something they loved to do.

 But this is our own private concert.

Just for ourselves.

 For our ears and eyes only.

 The melody stopped, unfinished.

 "What song do you want to sing next?“ Melina asked her while touching the pendant in her necklace, she always used it, even to sleep, Janice noticed, so she could knew it was important to her.

 "Surprise me.” She answered with a smile, while petting the dog, who came, a little jealous, perhaps, for not being the one receiving attention “But choose something we can sing together.” She added.

 She giggled, and meditated briefly, “Do you want an opera?”

 “Anything will be fine.”

 “I know then.” and her fingers touched the piano keys skillfully, a nice melody filled the air.

 And they both started to sing.

 “I know I stand in line
until you think you have the time
to spend an evening with me…”

 It was a pleasant afternoon. They spend some more time singing until they were started to feel sleepy.

 “Perhaps is time for a lullaby.”

 “That sounds really nice…” a yawn followed the sentence.