As soon as the Calla and Charlie walked into the building, she was yanked by her arm and face to face with Pete, the owner of the 24-hour diner. The, rather fat, man was flushed in the cheeks and his breath was rather foul smelling. "I-I'm sorry I'm late sir. You see I" She was cut off by Pete waving his hand. "I don't care. Get up there. Sing." The girl sighed, and waved a small goodbye to Charlie. Turning around, she stoped abruptly as she came face-to-chest with a rather tall man. He was wearing a thick purple coat, along with a cotton brown scarf all topped with a fedora hat. With a large scarf and hat combined, the girl was unable to see his face all except his blue eyes. "Oh..I'm sorry, excuse me." Calla squeaked out, darting past the tall man in embarrassment. The girl could've swore she heard a deep chuckle, but she didn't turn back.
Up on the stage, she could now clearly see everyone in the small diner. The local drunks, a couple collage students, late night travelers, a few couples, and the tall man she had bumped into earlier. Tapping the microphone, she cleared her throat a few times. "Umm..excuse me." She paused, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath. "I'm going to uh..start now. So yeah." She let out another sigh, before turning on the pre-recorded music.
//Okay so you can skip the lyrics or read along. It's up to you. The song is also up top.//
There's a billion people on this planet that you could bother
But for some reason you chose me
I wish I could give you the attention that you ordered
But I just don't have the energy
And maybe I'm the one that's being overdramatic
But I don't think so
I do know for a fact, though, that you're a definite coward
And I think it might be time for you to go
You're a sour little boy
With a fragile masculinity
You saw me as your toy
Now that I'm not, you abuse me
You're a sour little boy
Absolutely no fun
You saw me as your toy
Now that I am not, you throw a tantrum
When life gives you lemons (L-E-M)
You don't make lemonade (O-N-S)
You use them to make girls cry (L-E-M-O-N-S)
You take those lemons (L-E-M)
No sugar at all (O-N-S)
And you squirt it right into our eyes (L-E-M-O-N-S)
When life gives you lemons
You don't make lemonade
You use them to make girls cry
You take those lemons
No sugar at all
And you squirt it right into our eyes
When life gives you lemons
You don't make lemonade
You use them to make girls cry
You take those lemons
No sugar at all
And you squirt it right into our eyes
I've tried to remain patient with your stupid shenanigans
But you've given me no other choice
You tried to knock me over by acting like you're above me
And pretending that I don't have a voice
And I don't wanna encourage your abusive behavior
But I just can't let you win
I'm legitimately tired of being walked all over
By these insecure babies who think that they're men
You're a sour little boy
With a fragile masculinity
You saw me as your toy
Now that I'm not, you abuse me
You're a sour little boy
Absolutely no fun
You saw me as your toy
Now that I am not, you throw a tantrum
//End of lyrics//
As soon as the last beat played, the people (who were sober at least) burst in claps and cheers. With a flushed face and an awkward wave, she rushed down the stage and to her brother. "Now you best get home now, we have a big day tomorrow." Charlie nodded and hugged the taller girl, before turning to the door. "Be safe!" She yelled after the boy, before turning and again almost bumped into the same man as before. "Ah I'm sorry..again." She glanced up to the mans eyes before looking down at the floor again. "I wanted to congratulate you. Your singing was lovely." The girls blush seemed to darken at the mans word and chocolatey smooth voice. "Oh, thank you. I um..I should y'know." She paused and gestured to the the tables. "I should get to work now. Thank you though." Calla said, raising her head to give a genuine smile.
Underneath the scarf, the tall man himself smiled at the girl, his own heart fluttering at her bright eyes.
// What up peeps!!!! I know this is a short chapter but...oh well. Don't forget to comment!!//
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