[center][color=red][h1][u][b]A prince in the tower[/b][/u][/h1][/color][img]http://24.media.tumblr.com/65c334aeb722aa588dcdf36d051fff59/tumblr_mjjkazwGM21rxn97oo1_500.gif[/img]
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[color=red][b]Where:[/b] The Party[/color]
[color=red][b]Who:[/b] Sophie Blackthorn, [@Ace of flames01][/color]
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Jack could see her now, and as they twirled and jabbed in their melodic duel, Jack found himself more and more enthralled by the game. He had caught her again, on the edge of his dance floor domain, and her reversing hadn't stopped there. Towards the water she walked, though he doubted she was intending to stop for a dip. As her voice echoed across the sand, he finally understood her motivations, and he was regaled with the words of Wine Red, a song he had not expected, but found did not entirely disagree with the beat he was letting play. A chuckle and a grand round of applause was his way of demonstrating his appreciation for the move. But now it was his turn again. She seemed to be refusing his invitation up so far, but he was not beaten, and he would not back down without fighting his corner to the last. Running fingers over switches and turning down dials he let the tune play out again. Leaving the entire beach feeling somewhat desolate, after the warmth of the permanent beat. 

Playing the first layer, he heard the soft melody of a guitar hum across the people. The dancing had slowed now, and people who were awaiting something new turned to watch as he carefully played the deck. Meanwhile some of the less enthusiastic dancers were filing away to continue socialising, now that there was a possibility to be close to the dance floor and not trampled. Jack didn't blame them, if he could have his way he'd be down there now, but then again, he never would be in the position he was. And never have caught the girl attention. As the guitar played, Jack then added some drums, softer than before they added to the melody. Speeding the tempo and getting some people swaying and the odd dance here or there. Jack leant into the mic, and looked directly at the girl as he sang.

[color=red]"I said you were in a storm, now you've got a reprieve, and I don't want to cut you lose, in fact I want to reel you in."[/color] He smiled and dragged the tune into a long whine, letting it build. As it built, he sang quicker, letting his voice meld with the song and smiling as some of the dancers wound themselves up to go again. [color=red]"You called me Prince, I think that makes me royalty, however I do believe you are forgetting you are really quite something to see. It wouldn't be a crime, not a sin, not a travesty, to have you up here keeping me company."[/color] Sampling from the sounds he had stored on his laptop he created another layer to go over the track, the sound of a clap, one swiftly taken up by the crowd again. [color=red]"I'm a bird with his wings clipped, I struggle to fly. And now you're staying just out of reach and I don't know why. I don't bite, and I know you'd have fun, just come up and take your place, come be the one."[/color] On the final word Jack flipped a switch and the track changed, the long note broken into a beat that matched the clap.  Before switching on the last sound Jack had been working on, which added a new melody, causing the beat to become the base of the track. People danced, and the speakers pulsed. But all Jack could do was look at the girl, as he stood and pointed at a spot next to him. A cheeky grin dancing across his lips with each moment passing.

The song was quieter than the last one, and by checking some of the systems, he was to angle most of the sound away from his booth. Even allowing Jack to hear the crinkle of plastic as he drew another sunflower seed from the packet he had. Depositing it in his mouth, he chewed absentmindedly. The competition was probably flirting, of sorts, Jack realised, but in reality what it was to him was fun. He loved to DJ, it was his lifeblood, but the party was not to see him, it was to party. And as such he wasn't working with a crowd he was used to, making the experience a little more boring than he had hoped. She was something fresh, and seemed to demand his attentions. He would not disappoint.