Meeting the Singer of Death. [Private]

This place was boring. In fact, there was only really one reason why this girl was wandering this place: She was looking for more things to steal. However, she doesn't go around taking things form people. In fact, nobody can ever tell she is doing it. Sing Iramasha, the girl in question, wanders into music stores and asks if she can listen to some of the music on a CD before she buys it. Usually, she is declined but in all honesty you cannot say no to somebody both cute and deadly. Sing tends to get her way and listens, memorizing the entire song then handing it back claiming it to be rubbish. Sure she may look stupid, but nobody would point it out. In fact, every time she does this her horizons broaden. Her ways of killing people grow much larger for every single new track she listens to. it may sounds weird, but everything makes sense when she draws her weapon for combat.

Wandering out of a shop and back down a street, Sing began to sigh and think about what to do next. She held her loyal relic in her hand: A very long wooden scabbard shaped item with a sun on one end. She seemed very attached to it to a point where several wires come out of it and are attached to a belt on her waist. This attached to some headphones on her ears that don't look like they can be removed. That's her technical get up. Everything else is either a dress or something resembling a kimino. She has to look classy even with all these wires and technology wrapped around her. Sing began to hum a little tune to herself. It wasn't in a language she knew so what she was humming actually made no sense to her whatsoever. However she had memorised it entirely to every note and drum beat. This being the song she asked to listen to in that store about five minutes ago. She quickly stopped and looked around her.

"Ok...now I'm very bored..."

She looked up to the rooftops to see if anybody may be wandering around up there. it looked clear so without a second thought, she propelled herself onto the rooftop of a moderately large building and sat down in the sun. The people around her would have simply noticed a girl leap onto a building and cracking the dirt beneath her. A few kids ran away in fact. Up here though sing didn't have to worry about a single thing. She pulled that long wooden item to her lap and began to tap it, singing to herself.

"I open my lungs....dear..."

What is Sing singing?

Spoiler:

The girl continued to happily sit there, singing a song to herself even as the man began to approach from the side. She wasn't really giving him any attention as her mind was focused on playing music and singing. As her fingers tapped her scabbard, it began to make sounds mimicking a guitar string. her fingers were moving rather fast, even though the song she was playing was really mellow and calm. She sung along to the song as well perfectly even though this song usually had a male singer.

I sing this song at funerals, no rush. These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush.

Then she began to sing the words much faster, but kept the tempo of the guitar the same as violins began to join in from seemingly nowhere.

Baby boy you've held so tightly, this pain it visits almost nightly. Missing hotel beds, I feel your touch.

the girl was singing a relatively old song from 400 years ago she had in her memory. It was nice, very smooth and soft. but just then, he called out to her and broke her concentration. The music abruptly stopped including the violins and guitar. She stopped singing and turned her head to the male.

I'm not flying... and that's none of your business

This guy looked like a pain. he obviously had some kind of ability to get onto the roof with her and didn't seem too dazzled by the fact that she leapt up here. He was however interrupting her song which didn't please her much. She did however notice he was holding CD's. She looked over at them, making out the album covers. Maybe she knew them.

let me see those....