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The roof, Thursday afternoon

There was music everywhere. The song currently following her was vaguely disturbing, but at least it was danceable, so River had made her way to the roof, and now spun around the the music. For once it wasn't just in her head.

I count the corpses on my left, I find I'm not so tidy
So I better get away, better make it today
I've cut twenty-three down since Friday
But I can't control it, my face is drawn
My instinct still emotes it

I slash them cold, I kill them dead
I broke the gooks, I cracked their heads
I'll bomb them out from under the beds
But now I've got the running gun blues

River was spinning wildly, nearly losing her balance. At least the song got less worrying when she was dancing. Then it suddenly changed into something slower, making her change the style of her dancing.

Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do.

[open as a roof]

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Evie had headed to the roof with a book on bomb-making, one on pie crust, and another on the Tarot. She blinked at River as she walked out on the roof.

Though I'm passed one hundred thousand miles,
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go,
tell my wife I love her very much she knows

Looking around, she didn't see a radio, or a CD player. "Hmmm."

River's dancing at this point was probably some kind of interpretations of floating in space. "Good for dancing," she called out to Evie.

"You may have a point." Carefully putting the books down far away from the edge of the book, she looked around to make sure no one but River was there. Then began slowly spinning in place, and swaying a little, her ability to dance severely limited by lack of real rhythm.

Pleased to have inspired someone else to make use of the music available, River smiled and waved to Evie, managing to make it part of the dancing.

Evie giggled and waved both hands, looking rather silly, then added some shoulder movements from her cousins' belly-dancing lessons. Nothing risque', of course. No, no.

And the music changed.

The following song is coming like Mr. Kipley
Exceedingly Good
Oh ni, tere hoye savere darshan, aj din vadiya lagoogaa
Tere hoye savere darshan, aj din vadiya lagoogaa
Oh aj din vadiya lagoogaa
Ni aj din vadiya lagoogaa

To exceedingly bouncy.

[Darshan from the Bend it Like Beckham soundtrack]

"Good!" River changed her movement, inspired by Evie's. She shook her shoulders too while leaning backwards.

"You're so flexible," Evie said enviously, rocking back and forth, and lifting her feet up a little faster. "I've never been that graceful!"

Oh, sona mukharda vekh ke tera
Baago baag hoyaa dil mera
Tenu hath jordh ke aakhaan
Ni mere dil wich laale dera

And spin and spin and spin and ohh, she was getting dizzy, but this was fun!

"Always have been," River said, looking at Evie upside down. She enjoyed the music, not understanding the words.

Evie didn't know the meaning of the words either, but it reminded her of Cairo, and home, and the marketplaces, hot sand and bright sun, reflected light off brass instruments, veils and drums.

Spinning! And then the music changed again:

After seven days
He was quite tired so God said:
"Let there be a day
Just for picnics, with wine and bread"
He gathered up some people he had made
Created blanket and laid back
in the shade

Not quite as fast, but still bouncy in its own way. At least this was cheerful strangeness.

The strangeness appealed to River, and she changed the steps again, trying to get some of the atmosphere of the lyrics into the movement.

Then the music changed again:

Allez, venez, Milord!
Vous asseoir à ma table;
Il fait si froid, dehors,
Ici c'est confortable.
Laissez-vous faire, Milord,
Et prenez bien vos aises,
Vos peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord,
Vous n'm'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Qu'une ombre de la rue...

Another language, not easy to dance to, but River still continued.

Evie understood the language, and was translating it in her head automatically to English and Arabic; Love, that made you cry / As what existence/ That gives you all the chances to take them again after...

Dire qu`il suffit parfois
Qu`il y ait un navire
Pour que tout se déchire
Quand le navire s`en va...
Il emmenait avec lui
La douce aux yeux si tendres
Qui n`a pas su comprendre
Qu`elle brisait votre vie
L`amour, ça fait pleurer
Comme quoi l`existence
Ça vous donne toutes les chances
Pour les reprendre après...

More swaying and sighing now, because the song is so sad, and so happy to be sad, and very mournful and gorgeous, and romantic. Le Sigh.

River had no idea what the lyrics meant, but she got the feeling from the music and some translated lines from Evie's mind. "Struggle to be happy," she mumbled.

Then the music changed again, still sad, but in English this time:

My baby needs a pilot
She has no magic wand
To help her part the troubled waters
Of the Rubicon
But in my soul I know she´ll
Have to go this one alone
After all that is only way she´s ever known

But there is no lamp in all this dark
That could chase away her shadow
From the corners of my heart
I pray she´s ride a dolphin
But she´s swimming with the shark
Out where none can save her
Not even Noah and his ark

This was easier to dance to, and River found herself spinning slowly.

And slower now, Country & Western, as Jake had explained it to her. "Oh, lovely." Evie raised her hands again, twirling slowly, back, and forth, back and forth.

River found herself humming the tune softly while dancing, then it changed again, still sad, even slower.

I would talk to you of all matter of things
With a smile you would reply
Then the sun would leave your pretty face
And you'd retreat from the front of your eyes
I keep hearing that you're doing best
I hope your heart beats happy in your infant breast
You are so far from me
Far from me
Far from me

There is no knowledge but i know it
There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice
That sails to me across the line
From the ridiculous to the sublime
It's good to hear you're doing so well
But really can't you find somebody else that you can ring and tell
Did you ever
Care for me?
Were you ever
There for me?
So far from me

River was beginning to wish for something more danceable.

Evie was about to fall asleep. She frowned, wishing for something bouncier again, and started to spin, faster, hoping the music would change with her.

Don't cry for me Argentina!

Shouted very loudly by several boys, not slow at all.

The truth is I never left you!
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance!

And then a guitar riff, and Evie was flail-dancing again, yay!

This was an improvement. River began to spin and shake her head.

Me First and the Gimme Gimmes continued to howl, and Evie bounced and whipped her head from side to side, gleeful.

And as for fortune, and as for fame!
I never invited them in!
Though it seemed to the world
they were all I desired
They are illusions!
They are not the solutions
they promised to be!
The answer was here all the time
I love you
and hope you loooooooove me!

Evie tripped over her feet-- something that was a long time coming-- and sat down hard on the roof, giggling. "Ooof! Ohh. My."

And River stopped. "Hurt?"

"Just dizzy. And a bit tired." Evie waved an arm, then lay back on the roof. "Don't mind me."

Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh
Here I am at
Camp Granada!

The music seemed to giggle as it went on.

Camp is very entertaining
And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining

That was strange music. River decided a break was needed and sat down next to Evie, stretching out her legs.

I went hiking with Joe Spivey
He developed poison ivy
You remember Leonard Skinner
He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner

"Oh, really. This is just ridiculous. They haven't even got trolls at their camp!" Evie scoffed.

All the counselors hate the waiters
And the lake has alligators
And the head coach wants no sissies
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses

"That's more like it."

Troy made his way up to the roof, the sound of an indistinct showtune fading as he stepped up into River's music.

River turned and smiled at the boy. He seemed so familiar, yet she knew he wasn't. Still it made her curious. Waving a hand she continued dancing.

Troy stepped forward, smiling, and the music changed.

Anywhere you go, I'll follow you down
Anyplace but those I know by heart
Anywhere you go, I'll follow you down
I'll follow you down, but not that far

Troy grinned, and couldn't resist singing along, even playing a little bit with harmony.

"You like dancing?" River called out, changing and adapting her steps to the new song.

Troy nodded, grinning wider, as the music lulled for a second. "Yeah," he said, "but I love singing more!" The music picked up again, and Troy stepped forward, holding his hand out for River.

Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the
City go rushing by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why

Friday night and everyones moving
I can fell the heat
But its shooting
Heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town

Down town the young ones are going
Down town the young ones are growing

We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round

River took his hand, enjoying the music and humming along with it.

Troy's grin widened as he tried to lead River in an impromptu little dance.

Following was easy when you could anticipate someone's next move. River followed smoothly, adding her own steps here and there.

Troy laughed as the music changed again, this time a little less contemporary.

Come fly with me, lets fly lets fly away
If you can use, some exotic booze
Theres a bar in far bombay
Come fly with me, well fly well fly away

Come fly with me, lets float down to peru
In lama land, theres a one man band
And hell toot his flute for you
Come fly with me, well float down in the blue

"I Like flying," River said, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder and holding his hand in her other. "You remind me of my brother."

... And that may have crushed Troy's heart, just a little. "Oh," he said, his smiling fading for just a second. Because she was pretty, and seemed nice, and loved dancing.

"You look a little like him," River clarified, sensing his reaction. "Dancing is good."

That was... better, anyway. Troy missed any possible innuendo that may or may not have been intended by 'dancing', though, and simply smiled. "Yeah, it is."

River leaned backwards, hoping he could support her, but perfectly able to keep her balance if he couldn't. "I'm River." She giggled.

He could totally support her. And he did so. "Troy," he replied. "I'm new."

"You're a good dancer," River said, pulling herself up to standing again.

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