Hey Little Songbird

Hey Little Songbird

last updateLast Updated : 2020-07-18
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A young woman in love decides to follow the call of a mysterious man to be a canary down in The Mines.She heeds his call, and is thrown headlong into an adventure, finding herself falling in love at sound of the music in The Mines.Will she fall in love with the mysterious man who calls to her? Who runs The Mines?Or will she sell herself for someone else's dreams?

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Chapter 1

hey little songbird

She sat at the bar, drinking somberly. She glanced down at the 25 cent ring on her finger.

She took another drink. 

I love you. I know I'm not famous yet, but one day, one day I'll sing you a song, and it'll make us rich.

She looked away. How long could she live off promises and songs?

She loved him, yes. And he sang so beautifully. That's why she fell in love with him in the first place.

But she was grown now. That love sick teenager didn't know how hard it was to get by.

She did. His songs would run out of fuel, and they would both starve, while she worked herself to the bone trying to support them both.

Like she'd been doing.

Running on promises.

One day. One day. One day.

One day I'll hit it big.

One day I'll give you a house.

One day I'll have a job.

One day too late. She was exhausted, and they were still poor. Dirt poor. They're lights were about to cut off. Water too.

There wasn't enough hours in the day for the amount of hours she needed to work just to eat.

It was hard. And all he brought was love and promises.

And songs. So many songs. About how one day they'd be happy.

She swallowed. She wished it was enough. And it was for a while.

But...

She swallowed another gulp. She couldn't even afford this over priced alcohol. It would take a hit to her paycheck.

But damn it, she wanted to treat herself. At least once.

Will you marry me?

Marry him? And live like this forever? Waiting. Waiting for him to realize his songs wouldn't feed her? Or him? Or anyone? 

They both wanted children. How the hell could they feed children on an aspiring artist salary?

She didn't go to college so they could get a place together, and she could help him with his music.

He always said she was his muse. He muse hadn't eaten in four days.

His muse was starving.

And she only had the qualifications for a barely above minimum wage job.

On a good day.

She looked up at the bartender. If she ordered another drink she wouldn't be able to eat for another week.

So much for treating herself.

"Refresh her drink, on me," a deep voice said beside her.

So deep. Like it came from hell.

She looked up at him. "That's okay," she refused.

The darkness shadowed his face, and his voice gave nothing away.

"Please," he said lowly, "let me get you a drink. You look you need it," he motioned to the bartender.

She settled back in her chair, clearing her throat. "Thank you. I'll pay ba—"

"No need, little songbird." He said gently.

She swallowed roughly. "Well, thank you very much," she watched the bartender make the drink like a hawk, debating whether to even drink it.

No one give anything for free.

"A wounded songbird, it looks like, from your suspicion."

She licked her lips. "You can never be too careful. Nothing in life is free."

He chuckled lowly. "That's true. Wounded but smart, interesting.

She sniffed the drink as the bartender handed it to her.

She set it down. It didn't smell funny, but neither did most poisonous things.

"Did a child give that to you," the man asked, tipping his head toward her ring."

She touched the ring. "No. My...boyfriend."

He made a noise in his throat, that could be called a laugh.

"Sentiment?"

"Budget issues." She smiled, wondering why she was telling him anything.

He smirked. "Let me guess: he's some kind of...poet? Singer maybe? And he's penniless."

She shielded her ring.

His laughter rang out in bar, making everyone pause.

She looked away. "We'll get through it."

"You'll get to the grave," he mused. "Fingers as beautiful as yours shouldn't be so calloused."

"What do you know?" She swallowed.

"I know that man who wants to sell dreams will always be poor. As will the woman who buys them."

He leaned toward her. "Songbird, I'm sure he loves you. But you'll struggle in agony your whole life for a man who refuses to grow up, and wake up from a dream."

She twisted her ring. "I...love him. And...I want to stay with him until he hits it big."

"Until? There's no guarantee. Maybe he'll be discovered tomorrow. Or maybe forty years from now, he'll be on a street corner singing for a dime, with a guitar you paid for."

She cleared her throat. "He's...I love him."

The man smiled. Her breathing hitched. "And you could just as easily love someone else, little songbird. It's alright to do what's best for you."

She sighed. He extended his hand. "Here. I have a use for a song bird, if you care to perch and sing for me for a while."

He handed her a black business card, with gold lettering.

He stood. "Give me a call."

She sighed as he left, his scent lingering.

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hey little songbird
She sat at the bar, drinking somberly. She glanced down at the 25 cent ring on her finger. She took another drink.  I love you. I know I'm not famous yet, but one day, one day I'll sing you a song, and it'll make us rich.
last updateLast Updated : 2020-06-23
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give me
She stumbled home. She unlocked the door of her apartment, flipping the light switch. Nothing happened. She flipped it again. And again. 
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a song I’m a
She didn't take the ride. She didn't trust him. He told her to come to his office. He texted her an address. She swallowed. She probably going to be trafficked or something. Doing this was ridiculous. But for reason...she thought he wasn't dangerous. At least, not to her phyical well-being.
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busy man and
Ophelia smoothed her hair back. She used the rest of her money on a hotel room and a sandwich. She had zero dollars and zero cents, a broken heart and a mysterious job offer from an even more mysterious man. She smoothed her outfit down. She washed it, but it was embarrassing, wearing the same thing twice.
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i can’t stay
Ophelia looked up at the hotel ceiling. She had her first day tomorrow. She had training with Rena. She wondered if he would train her? Mr. Hades? Would he teach her something? Would he be there?
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long
Ophelia liked her job. And so far she hadn't been sold, trafficked, forced to dance, strip, or do anything in appropriate.  It was twenty dollars an hour, and she liked it so far. "Now we'll talk about what constitutes sketchy behavior." Rena instructed, while flipping through her magazine.
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I got
Ophelia stood sat at the bar. Rena was singing. It had been two weeks since she'd started working there. It'd been two weeks since she saw him. Two weeks since she'd spoken to Eric. She sipped the drink quietly. Rena asked for the shift, and she was already on her way, so she decided to just...hang.
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clients
Ophelia sat in her bathtub, with a bottle wine, some ramen noodles, and a fork. She was content. Was she beautiful? He thought she was beautiful? She sunk into the empty bathtub, screeching.
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to call
Ophelia stepped on stage, a little shaken by the conversation she'd had with Mr. Hades. The soft light on the Mines glowed just a bit. He stayed. He sat in his spot, but he seemed more invested in his business talks than usual. She grabbed the mic, her dress brushing along the stage. Ophelia sat in the chair, breathing
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I got
Ophelia was on her day off. But she was still at work, having nothing else do. She drank quietly, letting Rena serenade her with her beautiful voice. "Put this on my tab, please Nico," Ophelia said gently. Nico smiled. "Canaries drink and eat free, new rule per the boss," he slid her a jack and coke. 
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