Moritaka Hayasawa Performs
There in the spotlight...
... on the stage...
stood Moritaka Hayasawa...
vampire huntress...
by her calling...
singer...
... by her dreams...
... and by profession.
London, England. West London. The Arabian Nights Nightclub.
This was her United Kingdom musical debut.
Outside the nightclub stood a lifesize poster of herself standing in 3 different poses.
The club was packed.
But would she be a success?
All the songs she would sing would be in Japanese.
But would her English-speaking audience approve?
Minutes ago she had stood there nervously back stage behind the curtain... she had on an outfit that would dazzle them all right... black lace lingerie blouse, black leather mini skirt, fishnet nylons and black spiked stiletto heeled boots.
But when she started singing in Japanese, would her audience boo?
She noticed a handsome stranger standing there at the side of the curtains.
He seemed to be reading her thoughts for he said, "I love watching videos of Aya Matsuura and your name sake Moritaka... Miss Moritaka Chisato performing. They are singing in Japanese but with their magic, I can understand what they are singing even though I don't know the words. Music is a universal language, Miss Hayasawa. It appeals to the heart whatever language it's sung in."
"Thank you," she bowed to the stranger and he bowed back.
* * *
The stranger had been right.
The audience loved her.
3 standing ovations and 3 encores at the end.
She noticed the stranger sitting at the table in the front row. Listening most intently to every word she sung and leading the audience in his vigourous applause.
* * *
As she sat in the dressing room, there was a knock at the door.
The stranger came in carrying purple roses.
"In honour of your successful UK debut," he handed her the flowers.
"Thanks," she bowed to the man.
Then suddenly she recognized him.
"You are... " she spoke breathlessly, "Dracul Van Helsing?".
"I am," he bowed to her again.
"Well," Moritaka overcame her shyness as she stood there smoothing her skirt and adjusting her nylons, "perhaps you'd like a spanking by way of thanks." She spoke half in jest and half in earnest seriousness.
"You seem to know a lot about me," Dracul smiled at her.
To be continued.
Performing tonight live on stage:
Moritaka Hayasawa
... on the stage...
stood Moritaka Hayasawa...
vampire huntress...
by her calling...
singer...
... by her dreams...
... and by profession.
London, England. West London. The Arabian Nights Nightclub.
This was her United Kingdom musical debut.
Outside the nightclub stood a lifesize poster of herself standing in 3 different poses.
The club was packed.
But would she be a success?
All the songs she would sing would be in Japanese.
But would her English-speaking audience approve?
Minutes ago she had stood there nervously back stage behind the curtain... she had on an outfit that would dazzle them all right... black lace lingerie blouse, black leather mini skirt, fishnet nylons and black spiked stiletto heeled boots.
But when she started singing in Japanese, would her audience boo?
She noticed a handsome stranger standing there at the side of the curtains.
He seemed to be reading her thoughts for he said, "I love watching videos of Aya Matsuura and your name sake Moritaka... Miss Moritaka Chisato performing. They are singing in Japanese but with their magic, I can understand what they are singing even though I don't know the words. Music is a universal language, Miss Hayasawa. It appeals to the heart whatever language it's sung in."
"Thank you," she bowed to the stranger and he bowed back.
* * *
The stranger had been right.
The audience loved her.
3 standing ovations and 3 encores at the end.
She noticed the stranger sitting at the table in the front row. Listening most intently to every word she sung and leading the audience in his vigourous applause.
* * *
As she sat in the dressing room, there was a knock at the door.
The stranger came in carrying purple roses.
"In honour of your successful UK debut," he handed her the flowers.
"Thanks," she bowed to the man.
Then suddenly she recognized him.
"You are... " she spoke breathlessly, "Dracul Van Helsing?".
"I am," he bowed to her again.
"Well," Moritaka overcame her shyness as she stood there smoothing her skirt and adjusting her nylons, "perhaps you'd like a spanking by way of thanks." She spoke half in jest and half in earnest seriousness.
"You seem to know a lot about me," Dracul smiled at her.
To be continued.
Performing tonight live on stage:
Moritaka Hayasawa
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