((Oh. That would explain it...

*Sigh* Longer than last time? XD))

((Yup. Surprises me as much as you. XD

When do we start?))

((O.O Ohmigosh. Long post Woof. I shall post a random intro...))

Sicarius stared out his tinted black window, gazing at the snow capped hills and the snow that was gently falling. He sighed as his driver drove his black jeep to it's limits, racing to the audition. "Master Sicarius, we are almost there. Do you wish to start instantly or warm yourself up before it begins?" He driver asked. His driver also happened to be his side servant. The one he counted on the most. "You know, Akaz." Sicarius said with not a smile. Akaz grinned slightly. "As you wish, Master Sicarius." He breathed. Soon, they were pulling into the parking to. A huge stadium sat to the back of the parking lot. A single spot was reserved for him. Thousands upon millions of cars were parked here, some even venturing as far as down the street. Sicarius opened his door and breathed the cold air, drawing his black trench coat tight around "Let's get this thing over with." he whispered as they marched towards the double doors of the stadium. Not even the ticketers were there. Everyone had taken their seats and were patiently awaiting his arrival. As soon as he was inside the warm stadium, he gave his trench coat to Akaz, revealing the black turtleneck he wore and the black jeans. Then, he walked on stage and sat on the chair, in front of the beautiful, gleaming black piano. A hush fell over the stadium as they watched him. He closed his eyes and then, his fingers began to flow. It was as if his fingers were water. His eyes remained shut, yet he played beautiful and with such skill, that even the crowd couldn't help but gasp in awe. The song was simple, and yet lavishly made. It was soft, simple, beautiful and there was just a hint of the sadness that usually made his songs so detailed yet simple.  He swayed slightly to the slow and steady rhythm of the music he played. He could almost imagine the story behind the song, playing in his head like a too fast movie that just seemed too slow to follow. A beautiful girl, twirling the dark lit streets, snow softly falling. Then there she was lying on the ground, her cold head in his arms as he cried his sorrow to the red moon. His head gave a painful throb and he opened his eyes with pain. His music had switched slightly. Now, as he played, he fed his pain, sorrow, and softly falling feeling into the piano, awing the struck watchers. He could almost see the glisten of tears on his audience's faces.

Sir turned her head, facing the direction of the sound of a paino. Curious, she walked along the street, carrying her staff paralell to the ground. She groaned as a jolt of pain shot up her leg to her hip, butshe kept walking, finally using her staff to help her walk. She fingered it's cherry wood, emblazened with shorthand ruins carved by her bestefar. "With love, to Sira. Let your heart guide you down a path your feet cannot take." She often wondered about the words, but her grandfather had died shortly after giving it to her.

She looked up and found herself infront of a stadium. 

"You'll have to get a ticket, ma'am."

"Yeah.'Course." Sira dug into the pocket of her long skirt and deposited the money. 

"I'll have you know you're late," The ticketer said, handing her the slip of paper. Sira shrugged.

"I fig'gered such. I'm just curious. Who's playin'? It's...nice." 

The ticketer smiled. "You'll have to find out yourself." Sira nodded and pushed through the doors.

"That seems to be a common phrase."