Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-25389303-20161220183948

Diaboli pondered her question for a moment, wondering whether or not he was still capable of such a request. It had probably been around six years since he last even thought about singing, let alone actually practising. Not to mention the fact that he was never exactly great at it anyway - after all, he was only ever a backing singer, never the lead.

"I wouldn't mind," he eventually answered, "but singing in public is a bit...ah, what the hell..."

He dug his hand into his pocket and retrieved his Scroll, before beginning to browse through his music as he walked. He wasn't entirely sure why he was agreeing to do this, but he wasn't about to turn down the challenge without giving it any effort either.

The biggest challenges, he soon discovered, was the combination of finding a song that would be suitable for such an impromptu performance, and choosing one which he thought Zanipher might enjoy listening to. Considering he knew nothing about her musical tastes, he found this particularly difficult indeed.

Eventually he found one that he thought suitable before turning the volume up to maximum and positioning the Scroll on a nearby ledge. He would have much preferred having some proper equipment, and not singing on the side of a busy city street, but that would be too much trouble. Pressing play, he closed his eyes and let his mind fall in tune with music.

I am sooo going to regret this, he thought, before taking a deep breath and beginning to sing.

He was expecting a complete disaster as soon as he opened his mouth, but to his surprise the words came out smoothly. It made him remember singing the same song a long time ago, and how it sounded so much different to back then. When he was younger he used to sing to take his mind off how disgusted he was with the world he lived in, but now that he was older he'd outgrown that hatred, and realised that singing could actually be fun as well.

He stopped after the first few verses, deciding it best not to ruin the calming feeling he'd created for himself by continuing. It may have not been a jaw-droppingly amazing performance, but he nonetheless felt extremely pleased with himself when he opened his eyes again. For a brief moment he considered ending his life of crime and taking up the microphone again, but dismissed the thought with a laugh.

"Well, that wasn't too bad," he decided, smiling as several passbyers gave him a short round of applause, probably thinking he was a random street performer or something.