Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2018 0:01:55 GMT
Cera sat infront of a piano on a slightly elevated stage in the middle of Madam Pudifoot’s Tea Shop. It was good that she knew Madam Pudifoot and that she’d allowed Cera to have a small show and even rearrange the furniture in a circle surrounding the slightly elevated stage and add some blue carpeting that would actually make the tea shop look better. This was the first time she’ll be playing in London after her 5-month world tour with a muggle orchestra. It was enjoyable to travel the world especially the added advantage that she was a wizard and was able to meet wizards from America, France and Germany but nothing beats London. Although she spent the most time with muggles as she was on tour with them. It got rather boring that she couldn’t exercise her magic as much as she wanted. She’d attend dinners and when she isn’t looking for the magical community in each city she visited, she would stay in her hotel room and owl her friends back in London.
She looked around at some of the wizards some of them she knew because she invited them and some she didn’t. She smiled at all of them with a rather nervous smile. She was terrified she had been criticized for being too assimilated into the muggle community and it taps into her thinking and clouds her judgement most of the time. She could read what was in their thoughts, her friends of course were happy to see her although some had the same thoughts as those who knew her as the wizard who played for the muggles. Being a legilimence made it rather hard to ignore what other people thought of you.
Her fingers grace the white keys of the piano. The lights dimmed around her a rather bright spot light shone on her Red body conscious dress that ended just a bit above her knee. Her hair up in a high ponytail as her fingers began pressing the keys in a sweet melody reminiscent of Classical era in music then shifted to a light lively tune. She kept her eyes on the keys, a sickness she never shook off ever since she started performing. Her nervousness then began to melt away as she played, the music traveling around the small tea shop.
Suddenly, with each note she hit, images of her inspirations for the composition escaped. The walls of the shop mimicked waterfalls elegantly cascading to the floor and then disappearing, birds flew above their heads. . All being conjured up by Cera and her music.