Her car pulls up out front and Doug gets out. But Doug forgets to put it in park so the car starts to roll. Doug scrambles and catches the car, quickly putting into park. He gets out again, walking over to the back door and open it. Natasha steps out, boring holes into Doug with her eyes. She peers around the place GHoergo called the Grand and sighs. Not exactly what she would call Grand.
"Doug, wait out here for me. If I need you, I'll let you know," she says before approaching the building.

*Shuffles are heard up on the stage, delicate feet in ballerina-style pumps are waltzing to unheard music, with an unseen partner in an unnatural place. Her eyes are shut, the smile on her face is angelic, her ears perk at a new sound, yet she keeps on dancing in the dark.*  

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She enters the building and silently watches the woman, dressed quite gothically, dance upon the stage. She raises a finely groomed brow and waits for the woman to stop. Being a fellow artist, she would hate to ruin something expressive.

*Kara does not stop, her eyes do not open, but she speaks.* You did not come here to watch me dance...*her voice is delicate, noticibly Italian, finally she opens her eyes, lashes fluttering* and the show is not till tomorrow...*her dancing slows down, but doesn't halt.* May I ask what is it you want in the Opera House? Free tickets? *she lightly teases*

she laughs lightly and slowly approaches the stage.
"How very astute of you Miss Kara. Goergio Giovanni respectfully requests your voice. You will be handsomely rewarded, so money is not a problem."
She blinks, "how Rude of me, it seems I have you at a disadvatage. My apologies, my name is Natasha Milliner."

*She looks at Natasha and curtsies deeply.* A pleasure Ms. Milliner. *a light raise of a brow.* And whom is this Goergio Giovanni and why does he think that his money will matter to me? *silently she wonders if he is a fan...or some freak.*

She will return the curties with a light bow of her head.
"The pleasure is all mine and Goergio heard that you had quite the voice. See he is seeking a venus in which we can entertain 'kindred' spirits. I would love to hear you sing La Favola d'Orfeo by Monteverdi if that is at all possible?"
The song title was said with perfect inflection.  

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Ahh, yes *she smiles prettily at the lady at the mention of La Favola d'Orfeo* So beautiful...*she says softly, then adds* an Opera I have not had the pleasure performing but a meer three times in Vienna...oh, when I was just slipping into my twenties. Such a pretty Opera, I have always loved the seranade of the strings in this music.

*Kara is silent a moment, thinking, then finally nods.* I shall sing for you, and if it is to be, I will sing for your signore Giovanni. *that entertaining 'kindreds' bit made her smile, they were always the best audience for they had seen more, heard more, judged her harder and always loved it.*

Sadly, signorina, it will have to be a capella...for you see *a grand sweep of the bare stage with her hand* the orchestra is unavailable at the moment. *Kara clasps her hands in front of her, standing tall and still.* Will that be all right? *she asks politely, yet sure that it will be, sure that her voice sounds grand with the aid of instruments and without. She is not smug about it, not snobbish...she just knows, in the core of her bones, that her voice is...divine.*

"How ever you wish to autidion is up to you, though if you wish for musical accomaniment, I can arrange for an audtion at my club, The Speak Easy," she says with a grand smile. She is quite pleased that Kara agreed to sing and sing for Goergio. She moves to sit in a seat near by. She crosses her legs and smooths out her raw silk skirt.

enchanting voice 2ptM

*Kara waits for Natasha to sit down before she speaks.* I will sing here for you first *if the lady likes her voice, and wants her to sing for her signor then an audition here would be good.

Kara smiles to the woman as she gets comfortable then shakes her head, delicately, bird-like then lets her eye-lids move down a touch in serenity. Her lips part and she begins, a random bit from the Opera Natasha requested.

Her voice soars through the Opera House like a dove taking flight, smooth and beautiful and touching. She hopes that the woman will enjoy her tune. For a few minutes she sings, then casts a look to the other and watches her watching her. She remains at her spot her eyes floating back to the back of the Opera House as she continues to sing a little longer. In her mind she can hear the strings, the violins and cello accompaning her, somewhere in the far corners of her brain a harp is tugged and the melody twins with her lyrics.

For about 7 or 8 minutes she is lost in the song, finally she stops, lips touching closed, head lowering slightly, as she waits for Natasha's critisism, commets or whatever it is the girl offers her. Hands remain clasped before her, she is statuesque...still.*

Natasha is dumbfounded, her jaw practically scraping the floor. She jumps up out of her seat and claps loudly.
"Bravo, bravo!" she comends. She moves from her seat so that she can climb the stairs to the stage. She approaches Kara and extends her hand. "I do not believe that I have ever heard that Opera done so wonderfully. I actually had chill bumps. I have not had those in many years. It would be a great honor to have you sing for us."

*Kara bows her head and smiles as she delictaley curtsies. Her sky blues rise to Natasha when she speaks.* I thank you *she begins softly and chuckles at the way Natasha lept off the chair and began to scramble up the stairs. It always pleased her when someone showed that they enjoyed her songs.

Her eyes move to Natasha's hand in search of those chill bumps, then her smile widens more and she finaly takes Natasha's hand in hers for a shake that lasts about a millisecond.* Tell your signor Giovanni the honor will be mine. Tell him my coming to sing for him will be my gift to him, a show of new-found friendship. I do not want his money. *If Natasha can read between the lines of Kara's little speach about gifts, she will be able to understand that a gift given means a gift should also be recieved, though not in a form of payment.*

Please let me know where and when you would like for me to sing. *Deep inside she is looking forward to singing for this man and his kind...why...maybe it is the familiarity his Italian name gives to her, like a fragrence soothing, like a vision of past joy, a fragment of the past Italy when she was once flesh, blood...alive!*  

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"Wonderful, I shall realy the news to him," she says softly. "He's an avid lover of music so your gift will be greatly appreciated. Would you mind doing your first show at my club?"

No, I do not mind singing at your club, signora. *She looks like she is looking forward to this, maybe it is silly to actually feel a sliver of anticipation...but she does not care, she will sing, that is all that matters.* I have a performance tommorrow and for a four days coming, but I am at your disposal come midnight on any of those days.

"Wonderful, I'll arrange things with Goergio and I'll have a driver come pick you up," she extends her hand yet again. "I would love to stay, but I have other engagments. It was just lovely to meet you signora."

*Kara shakes Natasha's hand quickly* I look forward to seeing you again, and meeting your Signor Giovanni.

*Then with a dramatic curtsie Kara bids her farewell, rises, turns then heads towards the back of the stage, slowly vanishing behind the thick folds of the curtain, gone...for now.*