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Lyric Warm-Up Writing Day 17 – You don’t see me.


I’m running on a lack of good and restful sleep at the moment so today’s warm up is decidedly shorter than yesterday. And I’m not surprised that Jaidee decided this quote was for her, enjoy!

You don’t see Me

In the centre of the flame, she danced. It was a real flame but bigger than she stood and the heat of it burned nothing around it. Not even her.

She spun, she leapt high and crouched down. The flame followed her, it flickered as she twirled. It was truly magical to watch her dance. And then with a thump of the drums, and her foot, the song ended and the flame went out.

The room was plunged into darkness but not silence, as applause erupted from all. Eyes searched for her in the sudden darkness. Lamps were lit again but the stage was empty.

The infamous bard had vanished in the darkness.

Kelsen was on his feet instantly, alert to any danger. It would be just like Jaidee to get herself into trouble so easily.

“Damn woman attracts it,” Kelsen muttered as he effortlessly navigated the crowd so he could get into the back rooms of the tavern.

Jaidee was being helped to a table in the kitchens by two of the staff. She was pale and barely able to stand up, let alone walk or dance again.”

“For the love of the Ancients, what have you done to yourself, woman?”

“There are many women in here, Kelsen. Perhaps if you used a name one would know to respond.” There was a hint of reprimand in Jaidee’s tone, but only a hint. She was too weak to even tell Kelsen off adequately which only furthered his worry.

“Jaidee, this is not the time. What have you done?”

“I danced.”

“I have seen you dance many times, it never causes this to happen.” Kelsen extracted the bard from her helpers and swung her up into his arms.

“You almost sound worried.”

“Almost? And here I thought I was clear, foolish woman. You should not have done the flame dance for these people.” The dance was also known as the Dance of the Dragon Queens and it was forbidden in their realm.

“Who said I did it for them?” Jaidee replied.

“What do you mean?”

Silence greeted Kelsen’s question, Jaidee had fainted. He let out a frustrated sigh, almost glaring at her. But he held her gently as he carried her from the tavern and when they were out of sight of any curious eyes, he ported them back to her forest home.

He lay her down on her bed and looked down at her. She risked too much and for no purpose. Those people did not even realise the great gift they had witnessed. Why had it weakened her so much? Why was her power so depleted?

When she woke, she would explain, even if he had to extract it from her. Thankfully, his means of convincing her to be truthful with him would be pleasurable for them both.


White men can dance

Well some. Walken. He’s got the moves, even if those moves are sometimes make your daughter cringe moves.

Christopher Walken Dance Now

I am still giggling and squeeing after watching this. It’s so perfectly done and I am just….eeeee…..it’s awesome. I don’t know what the gangster style movie is with what appears to be a traumatising strip show but I wants to see. And the dancing aristocrat. 

Love Walken. Gotta say though, there were a couple of moves there where you wondered if he still had that watch up the butt. *giggles*

Dream a strange little dream with me

We could blame the full moon I guess, it being super and all, we could even blame the solstice, or we could just blame my brain. What are we blaming them for? Well for all these cuckoo for cocopops dreams I’ve been having. Night before last it was a nightmare…

Now I know most of you are used to hearing about my dreams of being pursued by elite government teams, murderers, zombies and so on and most might think those are nightmares, but not really, they are just run of the mill action dreams really. The dream the night before last was truly terrifying because it could have been real, real places, real friends, and just normal things happening. Okay not normal, because at the end of the day the people I love and care about don’t treat me like that, and if they did they wouldn’t be in my life. But it still had me in tears on waking and for about an hour after as I struggled to convince myself all the things I was feeling weren’t real, they were left over from the dream and had no basis in reality. But that is what a real nightmare is to me, it takes the things that we truly fear, the greatest insecurities we have, the biggest worries….and exploits them. Those are the dreams that disturb us the most. Well for me. Okay yeah sure, nightmares are still going to entail flesh stripping zombie lakes, giant spider/scorpion creatures, sharks hiding behind the hallway door…. but those are pretty real fears for me, heh.

Last night’s dream wasn’t quite so horrific. I was the member of an elite criminal investigation team, most like Team Secret Squirrel (which if you don’t know is an agency affiliated team of Supes and humans for dealing with Supe related cases, and no it’s not real, it’s a series we are writing). So anyway, I was called in to investigate some murders, we rock up to discover that the house where the murder happened is haunted, like really haunted, enough ghosts and issues for a spectre version of Days of Our Lives, and to make matters worse the house was going to be demolished in about two hours. So of course the house had to be saved so we could sort out of the good and the bad ghosts, move them on and then solve the murder. Logic being what it is in a dream, we decided the best way to do this was through a big dance show. Of course I was the lead…

I’ve been thinking about dance a lot lately. I have a new character in my head who is a dancer and won’t shut the flock up, I’ve been watching Step Up: Revolution (which, yes Kat you were right, came to the movies as Step Up Miami Heat). It’s got me all inspired about the power of dance, which I know a lot of people don’t really understand but for me a dance can be as powerful as the lyrics of a song. Ever seen that Pink song where she has the incredible dance moves and lots of exploding paint powder? Yeah, tell me that dance isn’t powerful. I don’t just mean for that kind of dance though, sometimes just the movement for yourself can be powerful, can be inspiring, healing, expressive. That’s how dance can be for me and I admit I haven’t been dancing as much as I should have been, as much as I need to be.

So anyway, there you go, ramble on from me to you, dancing and dreams. How have you been sleeping?

That’s sexier than socks on a rooster

Not writing related really but I didn’t have anything to say on that subject and trust me I tried to make this post about that but nothing came. That could be because I am delightfully loopy on lack of sleep. One evening coffee later and I was awake in bed well past my bedtime, and then woke depressingly early around 4am. The main reason this was so depressing was that my little boy was having a sleep over with Nana and I should have been sleeping in. At some point my body forgot how to do that.

I’ve just caught the end of Footloose, the remake. Of course I love this movie, I mean it’s about dancing and I still have that plan in the back of my head to open my own dance group called Goddess Within and teach woman how to move with confidence. Dancing is as much a passion as writing is…dancing at least I know I am good at, proven over the years with the exams I aced and the troupes I was part of and the roles I won in productions. I miss dancing as anything more than something I do in the lounge and make K giggle with.

Today however I was forced to break a tradition. The tradition is that if the song “Footloose” comes on then it must be danced to. Today, didn’t happen. I am tired and I am sore. I’m back in to exercise and today it seems to have caught up with me since I didn’t get my round of healing sleep. *cries* my butt hurts…sorry TMI….

Dammit I had a point to this post, something about dancing and passion and Footloose…sorry. Maybe it’ll come to me later. In the meantime enjoy this little ramble and learning a little bit more about me.

Oh and one final thing