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[color=00aeef][b] Location:[/b][/color] the party 
[color=00aeef][b] Interacting with:[/b][/color] Jack [@gowia][/center][hr][hr]

Sophie couldn't help but laugh at the DJ's attempts to get her onto the stage with him and win their little game. She agreed that it was about time to end their little game of "flirting" and music, however, before she would win herself this game, she was going to reel him in a little bit.... before tightening and cutting the line. [color=00aeef][i]"Sorry, pretty boy. But you should realize that I won't let win with a few pretty lyrics."[/i][/color] 

She took a deep breath. [color=00aeef]"Can you say my, Can you save my, can you save my heavy, dirty soul? Can you say my, Can you save my, can you save my heavy, dirty soul?For me, for me, oh, Can you save my heavy dirty soul?
For me, for me, oh, Can you save my heavy dirty soul?"[/color] She sang back, quieter this time yet just as powerfully, as she noticed the music get quieter. Another quoting of a verse. She was feeding him a false sense of security into believing she had nothing left but quoting.... He couldn't be more wrong as a smile crept up on her face, letting the false sense of security sink in deeper, letting him believe he won. It was time to tighten the line.

She took another deep breath. [color=00aeef]"beag milis aingeal tar éis titim, tá diabhal i disguise, tá tú a chaillfidh ar fad de do chuid cleití. Tá sé in am chun tú a filleadh ar d'áit i measc na flaithis. Áit a théann tú, ní féidir liom a leanúint. Táim ach éan amhrán ach ní bhíonn ach, faoi cheangal leis an plain mortal. Mar sin, sprout péire sciathán airgid, agus a ghlacadh chun na spéartha."[/color] She sang sweetly, giving off the vibe of a ancient and Celtic melody; which translates roughly to:

[i]"Sweet little fallen angel, a devil in disguise, you have shed all of your feathers. It is time for you to return to your place amongst the heavens. Where you go, I cannot follow. For I am but a mere song bird, bound to this mortal plain. So sprout a pair of silver wings, and take to the skies."[/i]

She had changed the game completely by dropping it on its head choosing to sing in an old and nearly forgotten language. The way she sang made it nearly impossible for even a seasoned DJ hard to replicate on a dash board. He was to have to come up with something original on the spot in order to compete with her now.