Lilactyme Productions.: April 2016

Monday, April 25, 2016

From "Brooklyn's Song"...

“Okay folks, we’re going to slow things down a bit,” the DJ announced over the microphone, ”This one goes out to the lovely Brooklyn.” Roberta Flack’s voice soared over the rooftop terrace as she sang “First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.”
I loved hearing this song on Scandal the other day. It's so beautiful.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Sunday...

It's going to be sunny and in the 70's on Sunday. It's perfect hiking and biking weather. I think I'll bring my camera and take some nature pictures.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Beauty...

"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep."

-John Keats

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Character profile of Brooklyn Peirce from "Brooklyn's Song"...

Brooklyn Peirce, a 29-year-old kindergarten teacher, worked at the Coretta Scott King elementary school in New York. She graduated from Princeton University at the top of her class. Many of her fellow graduates went on to teach in very prestigious and expensive private schools. Brooklyn, however, decided long ago that wasn’t the path she would take.

Song's first impression of Brooklyn:

Song thought the woman in yellow was absolutely beautiful. She was tall and thin, but she had curves in just the right places. Her body was tight and well toned. He could tell she worked out. Her smooth dark brown skin had radiant copper undertones. She reminded him of an exquisite Egyptian statue.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Character profile of Briceson McDaniels from "My Heart In Seoul"...

From the book:

He was tall, about six feet with dark brown hair that had a sexy, tousled just got out of bed look. His skin was fair and his eyes were emerald green. Brice was one of the highest paid actors in the business. It seemed as though he was just as famous for his personal life off screen, as he was for the action heroes he portrayed on screen

After meeting Jasmine:

Brice smiled broadly as he turned toward Jasmine. “You know, I was going to use a line on you,” he said, “But as I got closer, I realized you deserved something original, something real…something true. I may never see you again, so here goes... I really would like you to go for a walk with me, so we can talk, without all…All of this. Without yelling over each other, without an audience watching and wondering."

Jasmine shook his hand, smiled and said, "How do I know that's not a line?"

He hesitated for a moment, leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I’m an actor, if I was going to give you a line, trust me, it would be a hell of a lot better than that. Yes, I’m that good.”

Jasmine felt his soft lips brush against her earlobe, and could smell his cologne. It was a sweet, warm woodsy scent. His five o-clock shadow was just waiting for a chance to make an appearance. She swallowed hard as she stepped back and looked in his eyes. She knew she had to take this chance; she wanted to hear what he had to say. Against her better judgement, she turned and set her glass down on the table.

Brice took her hand as they made their way through the crowd.