Thread: Why Does the Caged Bird Sing? (Corsair and Xana)

The person who approached her was neither William nor a possible candidate for the Raven, which was probably why she caught her off guard. A familiar face from just this morning, posing as a fan. Oh, she was good, this Marilyn Stone. Mercedes figured she could learn a thing or two from her, about portraying herself as something she wasnt. I can certainly make time for a fan, She offered with a knowing smile, Always good to know someones listen. Finishing her drink, she stood, Stick around afterwards, and well chat. Her mind went back to William, noting his absence at the show. Clearly sending Marilyn in his place was to keep his distance from her, and keep her safe. What else did it mean, though? AndMarilyn Stone. Did that mean she was his wife? She was gorgeous, so it wouldnt be surprising. Did husband and wife often work together like that? Well, she did work alongside side Vinnie, technically. Maybe she was his sister. Hopefully she was his sister. Why did it matter? She was married. To a no-good lying, cheating, rapist, perhaps, but married all the same. Besides, her mind needed to be on bringing down that bastard, not the concerned look on a handsome strangers face. A look that likely meant nothing more. So, taking a cue from Marilyn, and her clever subterfuge, Mercedes sang cheerful songs about love, making sure to make eyes at Vinnie throughout her set. Putting on act of having forgiven and forgotten, having learned her lesson for being anything less than devoted to him. All the sweeter when he realized she ruined him. It was easier to pretend, up on that stage, with the lights and the music and the distance. By the time was she done, she could really go for a drink, and was pleased to discover Daily News intrepid reporter had one had one waiting for her. How has the Windy City treated you? Marilyn asked, eyes on her while her pen was on paper. Half the paper was covered in incomprehensible scribble already. Truthfully, I have had a lot of success here in Chicago, Mercedes remarked, running her finger around the rim of the glass. why, just the last week we had the mayor in here, watching me perform. Pity he wasnt able to stay long. Just visited with my Vinnie for the span of one song and left. Weve seen city council member hers, the Police commissioner, head of the teamsters union. Why, its enough to make a girl think shes big star. But I try to stay modest. Marilyn wore a half smile as she jotted down those notes, before meeting Mercedes eyes again, So whats next for you? Id love to branch out. Maybe acting, though I am sure Id need to put in some work to get good at it. Maybe bigger venue, so more people can watch me perform. I know I am ready for bigger, and better things, and I hope those things are ready for me. Ambitious, I like that, Marilyn laughed, jotting down her notes. Is it hard to be taken seriously, as a lady reporter? Mercedes found herself asking, turning the interview upon the interviewer. Sometimes. Some people, I let them underestimate me. Ive proven myself to those that matter. Marilyn explained, scanning her notes. Think I got what I need. Youre a doll for making time for me. God forbid I get so big I step on those who held me up, Mercy said. Holding up a half empty glass in salute, she smiled, Next time, drinks are on me. Ill hold you to that, Marilyn laughed as their glasses clinked.