The first time he had laid eyes on you, Fish Mooney had told him that you had a voice that made heads turn and eyes widen in surprise. Oswald had no doubt about that since a beautiful woman like yourself would have an equally divine voice to match. He watched you with curious eyes, a small smile on his face, as the spotlight was lowered onto your (h/c) head. Your eyes were rimmed with black, making your (e/c) pop and when your eyes flickered upwards and met his, he felt his breath hitch in his throat.
“Don’t get too riled up now,” Fish Mooney said, giving him a look. “Just wait until you hear her sing.”
Oswald waited on by excitedly. You took a step up to the microphone; your blue velvet dress sparkling underneath the light. Your red painted lips parted and a voice sweet as honey that had a twinkling sound like wind chimes, was heard.
“You say that you wanna go
To a land that's far away
How are we supposed to get there
With the way that we're