Not Expecting Guests [Open]

Liza's slim white fingers danced over the keys as she watched the black dots dance on the page. She was not up to the standard of a concert pianist, that was certain, but for the kind of performance which she herself generally preferred, her skill was more than adequate. The blonde had been playing the piano ever since she could remember and besides, if she did play a wrong note, the audience was generally too much concerned with her voice to notice, because that was her true strength. Singing pretty tunes and making people laugh, often at the same time since comic song was a vastly underrated discipline. Her old singing tutor would have been appalled, of course, but the dear old man had been doing his best to give her a classical training, as a result of which she was always certain of a career as an operatic mezzo-soprano should she ever be inclined that way, although honestly, Elizabeth couldn't imagine any circumstance in which that might arise. Still, it was an option. And she could hit all the right notes thanks to that elderly Austrian. So, gratitude was a virtue.

But opera was not for her. Oh, it was nice to pull out at the society parties, perhaps, where a cultured atmosphere was called for, but there was nothing in opera these days. No appeal for her, and none for the audience, so no point in performing. It really was as simple as that. Liza had no need to perform for monetary reasons, but she did need to perform. It was in her character. She was a performer; she always had been and always would be. Not to worry. There were worse problems to suffer from.

Seamlessly, the blonde changed key, counted one... two... three... four... the foot went down on the sustain, the tone changed and Liza began to sing.

"He might be my lord and master;

But if he makes my life go faster

Then he might end up in plaster

Cause a witch with a grudge won't back down."



"He might pay my bills and upkeep

He might stop me gettin' too deep

He might keep me fast asleep

But a witch with a grudge don't back down."



"Maybe I'm a simple fool.

Maybe I dropped out of school

But I know when he's bein' cruel

I'm a witch with a grudge, and I won't

I'm a witch with a grudge and I don't

I'm a witch with a grudge and I am not

I will not

I can not, should not, won't muck around

With even the idea of backing down."