Sing | Rucas OneShot
You walked into the room and now my heart has been stolen
You took me back in time to when I was unbroken
Now you’re all I want
And I knew it from the very first moment
‘Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again
I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me
Like it was a private show, but I know you never saw me
When the lights come on and I’m on my own
Will you be there to sing it again?
Could I be the one you talk about in all your stories
Can I be him? ♫
Lucas zoned out the background music as he made his way around the coffee shop, wiping down the tables and collecting any dishes that were left behind. This was his fourth night in a row working the closing shift and while he could think of 100 other things he’d rather be doing he was grateful for the hours considering he’s been trying to save up enough money to buy a car for months now.
His manager Rod, looking to make more money, thought it would be a good idea to have certain time slots during the day where customers can come in and perform for a small fee. It was a chance for aspiring musicians to share their talent and let their voices be heard. Only problem was with 20 other open mic nights and karaoke bars in a 10 block radius this diamond in the rough of a coffee shop was hardly on anyone’s radar. The reality was if anyone desperately wanted to share their talent, this wasn’t the place to do that.
Closing time was near and Rod had told Lucas earlier in the day that they finally had a person set to play during the closing shift. So far everyone who did sign up were just Phoebe Buffay wannabes or obnoxious kids just looking for attention. They had yet to hear someone with real talent and even though Lucas knew better than to hold out hope, Rod was sure this person was the one to break their cycle of weirdos.