The Song of the Abyssal Diva! [Diva]

(OOC: He's a shorty. Lol.)

I blush deeply and look away. "I. tripped." I whisper. I look back up at him, feeling like a tomato. "Thank. you. For. catching. me." I say. I haven't moved yet and instead continue looking up at him, not sure what to do, so I just don't do anything. "Your..... warm" I whisper, then blush harder and look away, feeling stupid. Great job. "Your warm"? Stupid, stupid, stupid! Way to make things awkward.

(OOC: He's not short, everyone is just freakishly tall! )

"No need to thank, I would have done it either way," Bogan would shift his feet as he move his arm that was intertwined around her mid-back to help steady her. Once they were properly standing Bogan would withdraw his arm to his side. "Thank you for the compliment Miss...Hmm I don't think I've ever gotten your name?" Bogan ask politely as he use a question to distract the women as she seemed to be in a awkward sate and he does not like seeing people like that.

I smile at you once I am standing once more, though my face is still bright red. "No. need. for. Miss." I say with a small chuckle. "I. am. only. 19." I say before addressing the actual question. "I. am. Ivory. You. are?" I shift, still feeling slightly awkward. Though for a slightly different reason now. Great job. You fell on the guy, called him warm and didn't even know his name. I occupy my hands my cracking my knuckles one by one.

"'Miss' is a respectful honorific regarding of age," Bogan said with a smile before continuing, "Well, then that means you are a year older then me, being only 17." Bogan said with a chuckle this time. "Ivory eh? That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. My name is Bogan Genesis." He said kindly without realizing the context of what he said for he was simply making a nice compliment.

I smile at the miss comment. "Touchè." I blush even harder when he calls me beautiful. "W-well.. Thank. you. It's. nice. to. meet. you. Bogan." I lean against the railing once more but make sure it's not far enough to be dangerous. I tilt my head to both sides, neck making soft cracking noises. I sigh and close my eyes. I hum a little as a tune comes to me. I wish I had brought my notebook to write down the Pascievien words and the tune. I had even thought of translating some of my songs to english before, but I wasn't sure if they would sound as good.

"Same." Bogan said as he went over to the rail to look at the stage. Everyone at this point has seated and the opera was ready to begin. He could see the Overture, a instrumental introduction to an opera getting ready to start. The lights dim and the voices hush to almost silence. Given Ivory is new to opera Bogan explain the what the Overture is and tell the name of the composure "The music they are going to play in the Overture is called 'Mozart, The Marriage of Figaro'" Bogan said in a tone audible enough so she can hear.

With that Bogan look back to the stage as they begin to play the music.

I squeak as the lights dim, surprised. I then realize it's starting and look back to the stage. I nod at his explanations and gaze at the stage, excitedly. I smile as the music starts and gasp at how the instruments sounded perfect together. I'm simply amazed.

Bogan smile at Ivory awestruck face before turning his focus back to the lovely music. Once done the curtain close and a few moments later opens to the first act which is a partly furnished room, with a chair in the center. After the act plays out the curtain will close again and reopen to it's second Act with a handsome room with an alcove, a dressing room on the left, a door in the background and a window at the side. By the time it got to the Count ordering Figaro to prove he was the jumper turn to Ivory, "Hey Ivory are you getting hungry? I can go buy something from the lobby real quick?"

I am watching with interest as the opera plays on. I gasp every time the set changes, intrigued with how fast they are with setting them up. It's almost magic. In fact it is magic. The way the singers matched up with the orchestra perfectly, and how the songs told a story. Of course the story is mostly lost on me and I don't really know what's happening. I can't understand them very well but I know it tells a story. I jump when Bogan speaks but nod. "I do. not. know. what. is. good. yet" I whisper, referring to food. I am still leaning on the rail and can't bring myself to tear my eyes away from the singers.

"Well I'll get us some crackers" Bogan noted before stepping back and going down the stairs to the concession stand. A few moments later Bogan return with a bag of chips, "Here this should tide us over, if you want I can take you out to a restaurant after this to experience the different food here in the city." Bogan said with interest when he got back to his spot and the stage starting it's third act with a rich hall, with two thrones, prepared for the wedding ceremony.

I nod and wave as he leaves to get the crackers. Checking to make sure he's gone I lean over the banister, almost dangerously. I lean back down and smile as he gets back. "Yeah. sounds. great." I say as I turn my attention back to the opera.

"Nice to hear" Bogan said as he watch the play. The fourth act came with the stage set up with the garden, with two pavilions at Nighttime. The scene came about the real Countess reentering the stage and revealing her true identity. The Count, seeing the ring he had given her, realizes that the supposed Susanna he was trying to seduce was actually his wife. Ashamed and remorseful, he kneels and pleads for forgiveness himself. The Countess, being more kind than he was, forgives her husband and all are contented. The opera ends in universal celebration. At this time the bag of chips was emptied by the both of them and was currently crumpled into a ball in a nearby bin. With the lights coming back on Bogan weave his arm around Ivory's, "Want me to help escort out of the theater? You seemed to have been lost when you came in." Bogan said.

I simply nod, frowning at how the play turned out. "Why. forgive. him?" I follow my new friend, not really noticing his arm around mine. I bite my lip as we walk back down the stairs, pondering the possible reasons that he would ever cheat on his wife, let alone her forgive him.

With them out into the outside Bogan came to a stop as he ponder on where to lead Ivory, "Say do you want to try out the Pizza Corner?" Bogan said in curiosity as he thought of some Italian food would be unique to Ivory.

I frown. "Pizza?" I ask hesitantly, giggling at the feeling of the word in my mouth. "What. is. pizza?" I gaze at you curiously. I then notice your arm in mine and stiffen slightly, looking down at it. But in the next second I look back up with a slightly embarrassed smile, cheeks heating. Biting my lip, I look up and down the street, my free hand moving up to twirl a strand of hair that has come out of my bun/braid.