my shop downtown


Fender CS ‘60 Stratocaster Relic, macro studies.  I keep this Strat tuned to E flat in case I am feeling particularly Hendrix or SRV-ish.  Don’t get me wrong, my playing sucks, but at least it sucks in the correct half-step-down tuning of my guitar heroes!  :D

PS:  I stuck in some shots of downtown Toronto yesterday when we had one of those rare and elusive perfect summer days…26°C/79°F with no humidity (and therefore none of the smog that comes with humidity!).  I wish ALL summer days were this nice. 

Michael Clifford Imagine → Sing For Me

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Request: Yes

It was finally friday night. I played my first real gig tonight in my favortie coffee shop downtown. I was excited and super nervous at the same time. I never played in front of so many people before and when the owner of the shop said I could sing tonight I almost didn’t agree to it but my friend persuaded me to do it after all. 

It was 7.30 p.m, thirty minutes till my performance. I was in the back of the shop, working over my set list once again when the owner walked up to me. “Hey (Y/N) How are you doing?” My head shot up and I looked at him nervously “I’m…good. A little nervous I guess.” I laughed and put a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” he smiled and patted my back. “Twenty minutes, alright?” I nodded looking back down to my set list.

Exactly twenty minutes later I was about to go on stage. I was so nervous, I was afraid I was going to pee myself. After the owner announced me I walked on stage with my guitar in my hands. “Hi, I’m [YOUR FULL NAME] I’m gonna play you some songs, I really hope you like it. Enjoy.” To my surprise this came out way more confident than I thought it would. 

The room was very crowded, I never thought so many people would want to come and see me perform. This was insane! After the cheering calmed down I started playing the first song, Bad, by the Cab.

After a little while I put my insecurities aside, the crowd was clearly not hating me so I came out of my shell more and more. I had so much fun, this was all so unbelievable. 

“Okay so, the song I’m going to perform is one of my favorite songs. It’s called beside you from 5 seconds of summer. I hope you enjoy it.” I smiled and started singing, putting my heart and soul into it.

After the song was done, the crowd cheered again but this time someone cheered really loudly. I looked around to, hopefully, find that one person when all of the sudden I saw one really familiar face. I had to look twice to realize it was actually Michael Clifford himself. My mouth fell open and I felt my cheeks redden. Why the fuck was he here? This was just a normal boring coffee shop. His eyes met mine for a second, he gave me a reassuring nod and smiled. I quickly looked down, suddenly feeling very insecure again. I couldn’t possibly sing in front of an acual singer. 

I shook my head, trying to pretend that he wasn’t even there before I continued with the rest of my gig. I kept my head down during the songs and when I had to announce the next songs I always looked in a different direction. I know this is ridiculous but I couldn’t look at him, he made me extremely nervous. I mean, imagine singing in front of a member of your favorite band. 

After the gig was done and I said goobye, I practically ran off the stage. I went to the back of the shop, breathing heavily. Did this really just happen?  I was startled by the audiance, by how nice they actually were. I imagined the worst things! Like, them booing me or wanting me off stage.

“Uh hey there, (Y/N) righ?” I swirled around to see who came in the room. My eyes widened when I saw Michael standing in the door. “H-hi.” I stuttered and my heart beating increased. “I loved the gig. You’re really talented." 


Did he just tell me that I’m talented?

No way

"Really? Thank you.” I said and shily smiled. “Yeah you were really awesome.” he smiled. “Really nervous is more like it.” I laughed and put my hands in my pockets. “Well but that’s normal. I remember my first gig and how fucking nervous I was. I almost peed myself.” he laughed and ruffled his hair.

Did he have to do that?! “But where are my manners? I’m Michael.” he smiled and put out his hand for me to shake.

“I know. I mean hi. I’m (Y/N)” I said blushing. "I know.“ Michael replied and cheekily smiled. "Anyways uhm do you have somewhere to be right now?” he asked. I shook my head no. “No not really.”

“Great. Do you wanna grap something to eat? I’m starving.” I blankly stared at him, not believing he wanted to go out with me. I wanted to say something cool like ‘Only if you’re buying’ or whatever but the only thing that cam out of my mouth was, “What?" 

"You know, you and I go to a restaurant, you tell me what you want to eat. I pay, we eat, we talk.” he explained with a huge smile on his face. “I–I know and yeah sure. Sounds great.” I laughed. “Great, let me grap my jacket and we can go to our date.” he smirked. “Date?” I asked shocked. “Of course unless you don’t want to call it a date.” he said. “No no I mean Date sound perfectly fine." 

"Good, it’s a date then.”