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Post by celticbear on Jun 21, 2013 9:10:52 GMT -5
This update was great! It's the summer of 2012! Because that is when Sharon had the Lads working on Mythology! Lads where all true to themselves! Love how at the end Emmet and Roisin recognized each other!
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Post by CelticCailín on Jun 21, 2013 21:29:52 GMT -5
Without pause, and before I could manage a response, he belted out his part of the song.
"At the harvest fair, she'll be surely there, So I'll dress in my Sunday clothes, With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right For a smile from my nut-brown rose."
I couldn't even keep up the pretense of not liking any of my "suitors", because well, then man sang like no less than an angel. No lie in that, either! Despite myself, I found myself smiling, and I felt warmth creep across my face. As the others sang and looked dejectedly at Emmet, we two spun and danced about the stage. Not bad on his feet, either! Abruptly, he began to sing again.
"No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, 'Til my plough is a rust-coloured brown, 'Til a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the Star of the County Down."
Well, this certainly was a job I could get used to! Just like that, the song was over, and Sharon and Belinda were on their feet, applauding. Sharon nodded an approving glance at me, and Belinda said something to Sharon that I could just manage to hear.
"We've got ourselves a live one, Sharon. And they do look nice."
But other things were on me mind. Like how Emmet had ended up here after I'd played with him in Banbridge only three days before. As if he knew my thoughts, he waved over to the bench and we sat to discover who the other really was.
"So, man of mystery. What's your name?"
"Emmet, Emmet Cahill. Of Mullingar. And yourself?" he inquired of me in a friendly tone.
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Post by CelticCailín on Jun 21, 2013 23:05:25 GMT -5
"I'm Róisín Donnelly, from Banbridge."
"Ah, a Northern girl, and a Down one at that. You're that harpist from the session the other night?"
"Aye, that's meself. Danny's is the place in Banbridge for the craic. Added bonus of mingling with musicians." I added knowingly.
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Post by celticbear on Jun 22, 2013 1:01:25 GMT -5
Well! Emmet and Roisin are smitten with each other! Let the slagging from the Lads and the courtship begin!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Jun 22, 2013 15:46:57 GMT -5
Ooh! Good way for them to get to know each other. Update soon!
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Post by CelticCailín on Jun 24, 2013 4:50:22 GMT -5
"Aye, I see. Well there's always Temple Bar and Grafton Street here in Dublin, plenty of places to gig here."
"That'd be grand but there's an issue." I confessed, eyes glued to the patterns on the floor.
"And what would that possibly be?"
"Well, the other day, I was here for auditions for Celtic Woman-" I began, but was cut off quickly.
"You sing aswell? Multitalented, I'm impressed."
"No, just play and dance, really. Tisn't really in me, the singin'. Anyhow, just before I was to perform, some other class of girl had gone and knocked over my harp, 's what it looked like. It was really fragile like, me great-granda made it from a tree in his backyard, all himself. Now I've nothing to play." I admitted reluctantly.
Seeing my distraught expression, he told me it would all put itself to rights. I doubted that, but had no way to believe things wouldn't work out in the end. There was a loud, audible clamor from backstage. I assumed it was just crew having troubles with the lighting rigs and pulleys. Emmet glanced back over my shoulder, and suddenly appeared to take great interest in showing me just how grand the theatre was. Halfway up into the audience, I felt him place a hand over my eyes.
"What are you-"
"Shh. You'll see." I could almost hear the smile in his voice. Something was definitely up. He lead me back down the steps, and up onto the stage again. Carefully, we picked our way around the steps and various sound equipment and pieces of the set. I was placed in a chair, and I heard a creaking noise. I felt weight on my right shoulder, and I was immensely curious. Gently, he placed my hands on the strings, and told me to open my eyes.
No. Freaking. Way.
Sitting right on my shoulder was a genuine Lyon & Healy concert harp! I knew how much instruments like this cost, and I shot Sharon a bewildered look.
"We have sponsors from MacPherson guitars, and just this year we've gotten an offer from Lyon & Healy as well. This is yours for touring and show purposes, free of charge. But there's more, that's not all."
I looked towards centre stage, and standing there was a beautiful dark wooden Celtic harp, inlaid with knotwork and a single precious diamond. Breathlessly, I got up and walked over to it. It was just the size of my old harp, and the strings felt as familiar as they'd ever had on my handmade work of art. This, this was no ordinary instrument. It fit me too well to be a floor shop model, that I knew well enough.
I was so enchanted by this beauty, deftly crafted by meticulous hands. Feet tapping, I plucked and played and the auditorium of the Helix was filled with the beautiful but melancholy notes of "The Isle of Innisfree."
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Post by celticbear on Jun 24, 2013 16:22:26 GMT -5
I knew Sharon would not let Roisin down in the Harp department! Why do I have a feeling that the strings on that wooden Harp, are from her old Harp!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Jun 25, 2013 22:11:26 GMT -5
;D Harps are gorgeous!! Update soon
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Post by CelticCailín on Jul 7, 2013 23:58:57 GMT -5
Afterwards, the hall was filled with silence. I gestured over to Sharon.
"This is unlike any instrument that I've ever played. Where did it come from?"
She walked over to me, running her fingers over the ancient designs that crisscrossed over my harp.
"Well, I had the design based on your old instrument. And made a few adjustments, to make it as close in pitch to the other harp. And the strings are the very same, but reinforced." she explained cheerily.
"I could never repay you this."
"I don't expect nor want any money from you. But I do highly expect you to perform your best at the show, and to be dedicated to me, this production, and to the other artists. Which knowing you, should be no problem at all."
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Post by celticbear on Jul 8, 2013 18:32:54 GMT -5
CC! I knew those strings came from her old harp! Sharon always comes trough for her Lads and Lassies!
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