Rog walked off stage and into Yul's arms as the sun into a cat's belly. "Baby, I love you," she purred, her puccoon manicured nails marking his back, her eburnean polished teeth teasing his pink lobe.
"Talk don't cook rice," he breathed, popping her tight leathered arse with a Cheshire inducing smile, his hand large and warm and soft like an old baseball mitt left on a summer porch. "Did you like the song?"
"Baby, if I could frail you right here, right now, on this stage--" Yul sighed across his ear, her lips slightly parted and lightly touching his skin as if playing a delicate piccolo.
"Hold that thought, there's a little girl coming our way."
"Mr. Rog, can I sing a song?" asked Ariel, standing soldier straight.
Rog knelt, eye to eye with the little dynamo. Yul stood behind him, her arms on his shoulders, her eyes beaming like ten thousand suns. "What did you have in mind?"
"I want to sing a song to my mother."
Rog looked at Yul. She shrugged her shoulders. "Do you know the words?" he asked.
"Does a pampus chase its tail?" she shot back.
"Right."
Ariel took the stage. Rog nodded toward Von and from the mouth of a little girl, a room fell silent. Kyra felt a whisper in her ear and she knew. And she cried the tears only a mother could shed as a little primrosed angel spoke a language only mothers can hear. Ariel's eyes never left Kyra's, and for a moment, Kyra felt a warmth she had not felt since Kieran pulled her into the next realm. Involuntarily, her lips mouthed the words, "I love you baby."
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?
Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemondrops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?
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Ariel recently lost her mother (Cait). Kyra was later able to take her into to the next realm to say goodbye--something she didn't get a chance to do--Cait was unexpectedly murdered in a rather brutal way. In this scene, with the help of Kieran (Bravo's resident spirit), Kyra is able to allow Cait to "ware" her for the length of the song, which is to say, the tears from Kyra are Cait's and the words mouthed, likewise, are from mother to daughter. This is the first time in the story Kyra has been "wared."
Crying crying crying....I have never seen this video clip - we've opted out of television so I don't ever see Idol, or this British version. I can identify with the feelings of that mom. Reading your explanation - thank you for it - makes this scene that much more tender. I want to go with my kids, all of us together. I don't want to leave them in this world without me and I don't want to be in a world where they are not. Still crying. This is pure gold, a beautifully imagined highly emotional work of art. I am hooked. Blessings to you and your brilliant imaagination. Jennifer
Fabulous.
Blissful sigh.
This is a special song anyway, to hear Connie sing it, to hear the voice of Ariel, when she began to sing those very first words goosebumps and tears sprang at the same time, knowing that Cait was able to see her daughter, hear her daughter, take centre stage and sing to her. So many, many times there have been chapters in this story that were it not so obvious already would show just the kind of special soul you are. Between the generations, Papa/Kyra, Grand/Kyra, John/Ariel, Cait/Ariel and Von/Ceru in particular (there are more, Em/Ariel, Kyra/Ariel, Emily...), the stories of rainbows owls, pufferbills and soul shine, spiders at work, footsteps in the sand and magic pillows in these chapters you capture an essence of love and they are so very moving. Simplicity is so often the answer, the love felt by a parent towards their child, so consuming to think of it directly is almost an ache, so resonant and intense it seems inexpressible or inexplicable and yet time and again with grace and beauty and pureness you present it and overwhelm even the most seasoned amongst us.
Just to know that Cait was there, through Kyra, that she as a mother, as a mother removed from her daughter now devoid, this chapter I shall remember always and there is no doubt whatsoever in my mind 50 years from now to think of this scene tears will well as they did today, such is the power of your composition.
She sings like an angel! I remember the first time I heard that. I cried so much! The sheer silence around me as we watched the program. We were all in shock.Beautiful! xx
I keep coming back every morning and am refreshed every day. Thank you.
Totally speechless.....
I, again, will have to try and watch the vid later. The little girl in what I was able to watch was so cute though. Simply adorable.
You are tugging at my heartstrings with this one, Tree.
It feels SO good...
Surrender Dorothy.
Jennifer, thank you. I've cried my share of tears watching this video. The reaction of the judges adds an emotional punch that her singing alone does not. I'd like to think our tears are happy tears, the joy escaping to kiss the sun in the great circle of love. :-)
Angela, you are. Now go find the proper off-white cup to serve your wonderful black coffee. :-D
Sweetest, I don't know how you do it, but time and time again you find a way to say in a comment what my heart needs to hear. I've said it before and I'll say it again, without you, without the love you have shown me and this story for more than twenty-six months, this story is not here today. If I say Thank You a thousand times upon a thousand days it will still not be enough. Breathe out, so that I might breathe you in. :-)
Elise, first time I saw this video, I cried my eyes out and could not have told you why. Lost innocence perhaps. I've yet to watch it without something within me crying out for release. I'm thankful I have a blond haired six year old in my story to give me the opportunity to add Connie to The Story. :-)
So nice to see you stopping by again. Thank you for those very kind words.
Thank you Anon. :-)
Ann, I share your sentiment. Thank you for taking the time to comment. Always very much appreciated. :-)
Strumper, I don't know how many heartstrings I have left--I'm fairly emotionally exhausted this week. I think I needed this karaoke night more than the crew. :-D
You learn something every day - I had no idea Bravo had a resident spirit! I need links to posts please :]
""Talk don't cook rice," Sorry this one escapes me, what does the phrase mean?
Oh....poor, Mr. Tree.
I'm sorry about your emotionally-trying week.
Sometimes emotions do get the best of us and it's not really in our control.
If I could, I'd take you out for a night of Karaoke fun and Titty Tequila shots and Salt Shaker Madness and make an attempt to help you forget for a little while, at least.
But, man, after reading all your new commentary, I CERTAINLY will have to make my way to watching this video later.
I tried, really I did, like twenty times, but my computer won't let me right now.
And now you have another one you've posted!
Agh!!
I can't wait to watch them though. Really! I'm addicted to YouTube in the worst way.
Feel better, Mr. Tree.
:-D
Feel SO better.
^.^
Miladysa, just click on the label for Kieran and you will find this story--he is not featured much. In short, he died early in the story, was Kyra's one chance at love post-hyneria--and have made cameo appearances from time to time. In fact, it is belived (by me) but not told, that in the gap between Kyra, Em and Von taking those red pills (to commit suicide) and them being captured, that it was Kieran who kept them alive.
"Talk don't cook rice" is a way of saying talk is cheap or saying that if you want something done, talking about it ain't gonna git ur done. :-D
Thank you Strumper. I'll be fine. The grieving process, as it should, simply has to run its course. It is what it is, as they say. I appreciate you thinking about me. And one day I'll take you up on that offer. :-)
Like in SO, take you, up, on it. :-D
*cough*
Will check out the Keiran label and vids. TY
Do you know the origins of the rice quote? I have honestly never come across it before and find it a really unusual expression of speech :]
Oh Trée, I've been very strict with myself about not reading the more recent posts just to make sure I don't spoil the story for myself since I am so very far behind but today, I simply must start from where the story is at right now and find out why you have had such an emotionally exhausting week, my dear sweet precious man. That makes my heart ache for you so I simply must check on you in these more current posts. Kisses.
Miladysa, I believe it is a Chinese proverb. Then again, I might have just seen it in a fortune cookie. :-D
O, the post two down from this one, Together and Alone, will tell you where I am emotionally. I'm with my family in Louisiana this week. I've decided not to hold back on the emotions or the grieving, but rather let the river flow its natural course. Well, you can imagine what happens when you let a river take its own course. I'm emotionally flooded and simultaneously drained. That you asked means a great deal to me. Thank you O.
WOW! That was powerful! And Beautiful! And what a cute little girl.
I hope fame will not tarnish her sweet little heart. Amazing.
Jan, I hope not. She did win a recording contract and has an album out. I'm not embarrassed to say I've purchased four of her tracks--and love them. :-D
I suppose like all things, time will tell. I can't imagine having that sort of fame at six. All the best to her.
this is Connie calbot from BGT right?this is amazing!!!you rock!!
Ahmad, it is and she is brilliant.
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