Drunk and lovin it

[Mohan.C]

Soon as the song got over he started to sing ....




He added "Sorry Robert"

[austintorn@aol.com]

Great, Mohan; I'm sending it to my new friend, Prata, on SciForumns, who is from New Dehli.

[Mohan.C]

"Well, I wont remember any of this tomorrow" Mohan answered ... :P ...

[labelwench]

The woman watched the music video with interest, on the large plasma screen that Robert had installed into a wall of the pub, concealed behind sliding panels when it's services were not desired, a lovely mural of a waterfall as a backdrop projected onto the wall by some new wizardry, and from a panel behind the bar, operated by the owner of this establishment. Robert could change the projected mural by a touch on his computer screen and sometimes he had the most intriguing slide shows in play, the NASA series being 'out of this world', quite literally. She remembered the Blue Andromeda display, from a previous trip to the pub.....

The energy and passion of the music on the screen now was certainly being felt by the on-screen crowd that was watching the live performance, and though it was not her first choice of musical style, there was much to enjoy in the watching. She noted that her friend had left the room abruptly, headed in the direction of the facilities and was some time in returning. The music video had ended and he returned carrying a guitar, and then set himself up in the small alcove that Robert had installed for live performers, appropriately lit and wired for sound, also controlled from his location. This was interesting.........

She guessed that he was rather shy to sing for others, and that it was the quietness of the hour and liquid courage that had brought him forth at this time. An original composition, he sang, and she heard in his words and soft voice, the agony and ecstasy of 'love', a state which all seek, though often unaware of their own seeking, and frequently taken unawares when struck by the intensity of emotion love invokes.

As he finished his song and returned to their table, she remarked "Beautiful, my friend. Truly beautiful."

Because she had no such gift to offer, she went over to the selection panel for guests and tasked the computer with finding a lovely old ballad. It was somewhat obscure and the processor took a long enough time that she feared she might need to request an alternate, but at last it tracked down her request and brought it up on the big screen.

"The intro is short, best version that Robert's database could track down," she remarked, as she returned and sat down.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_8PA...2CD537FCE4F3F2