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It's not easy thinking of a title

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This story is No. 7 in the series "We're lost in music". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Lorne empathises with a late night visitor to Caritas

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Television > Muppets, The(Moderator)jrabbitFR71338031,3833 Apr 093 Apr 09Yes
Disclaimer: Lorne is the creation of Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. The Muppets are the creation of Jim Henson. Both are owned by their respective corporate masters and neither belong to me.

Lorne sat on a stool in front of the bar, the remnants of a coconut daiquiri in his hand, only half listening to the spindly frog-like demon singing some bouncy little number he couldn’t make out the words to – manumana or something; maybe it didn’t speak English? Another time, earlier in the night and to a bigger crowd, it would probably have been a quite popular performance, but it was coming to the end of a long quiet night at Caritas and the place was empty except for the staff. Despite this, the little demon seemed to be gamely putting his all into the song, his head bobbing up and down and his legs swinging in time below the seat of chair that was twice as high as he was.

The song really didn’t suit Lorne’s mood; he was feeling a bit depressed. All he wanted was to run a quiet bar and steer well clear of his clansmen, but Angel and his cohorts were involving him in their ‘cases’ more and more frequently, and you didn’t need to be able to read the future to know that it was a future that wasn’t going to end well.

The demon finished his song and Lorne gave him a one-man round of applause as he made his way up to the stage. You also didn’t need any supernatural empathic ability to read this particular demon’s aura - he clearly wore his heart on his very thin sleeve, and he would to anything for the approval of those around him; not something that would make for a happy life.

“Come over here, little fella,” Lorne said, and took a seat at the piano off to the side of the stage. Lorne very rarely played in public, but he empathised with the frog, and in his melancholy mood, it just felt like the right thing to do.

“Listen,” he said as he played some gentle opening chords, while the demon climbed up onto the piano. “It’s not easy being green...”

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