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“I’m supposed to be performing at this coffee house right next to my campus tonight around eight. It’s open mic night, so I won’t be the only performance, but you could stop by if you’d like.”
"So you’re a performer. How exactly does that make you different from others?”
Micah’s Most Played Songs
Overnight - Parachute // Metal Health (Bang Your Head) - Quiet Riot // Catch Hell Blues - The White Stripes // I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys // Naive - The Kooks // Apple Pie - CameronThePublic // Somebody Told Me - The Killers // Sex - The 1975 // Supersoaker - Kings of Leon // Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand // Breezeblocks - Alt J // Fitzpleasure - Alt J // Trainwreck 1979 - Death From Above 1979 // Heaven Knows - The Pretty Reckless
"I'm telling you, it's a true story! I actually didn't make it up. Why don't you believe me?"
“I got a couple things from Amazon and they came in bright yellow minion boxes… Should I be worried?”
"Depends. Did you order anything that would explode?"
“Well, why don’t you try finding that out on your own? It wouldn’t be as interesting if I just tell you.”
“You have a good point, blondie. Just give me a time and a place I’ll be there.”
youre amazing
“You don’t have to tell me twice”
coffee house; micah
Maybe she didn’t give Micah enough credit, but she was almost surprised when Micah said he needed to be a good person sometimes. “Still, thanks. Not everyone would have done that.” Nova said to him in a small voice. The last time she had seen him they were none stop arguing and trying to push away their feelings for each other; which she thought she had done successfully. When she heard him mention how she wasn’t looking at him, her cheeks flushed and she mentally cursed herself for blushing in from of Micah. She finally looked up at him, but as soon as she did he started saying how she was special, or more her performance was. Her smile held for a moment, until the Micah she was use to returned and he said it wasn’t that great. “Hey, I killed it up there, okay? If that guy wasn’t a total asshole it could have gone perfectly.” She said, rolling her eyes at him slightly.
As he listened to whatever Nova had to say, Micah leaned closer to her. "Is that your way of letting me know that you think I'm special?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and half a grin on his face. While most of him was sure she didn't mean to imply that at all, a small part hoped she did. Nonetheless her answer would give him some hint about how she felt about him. At his last comment, he noticed her smile fade and that was exactly what he expected. He then shrugged. "I don't know, Nova. Compared to other performances that one was weak even with the 'distraction'. But if you swear you could do better, why don't you prove it?" He challenged her.
“Trust me, there is nothing predictable or cliche about me.” Everly informed him, “Only a few people know this, but I’m not like most girls and I’m not saying that in the cliche way. It’s just that no one in Baltimore really know knows me, you know?”
“Oh, really? In what way are you ‘not like most girls’?”
“That depends how you define interesting,” She explained, “Does your definition include binge watching Netflix and stuffing your face with Chinese takeout? If so, then yes, I’ve got very interesting plans.”
“If interesting is suddenly a synonym for predictable and cliche, then yeah... You could say that."
coffee house; micah
Just as Nova was finishing the song, she saw the last person she expected to do anything about someone heckling her, Micah. She was half expecting him to sit and join in on the guys behavior, but a small smile formed when she saw him force the guy to his feet and out the door. As soon as Nova finished she said a quick thanks to the people applauding and quickly made her way off stage. She bee lined for Micah, although she still wasn’t sure if she was suppose to say thanks or ask him what he was doing here. “Um, thanks for that. You didn’t have to so.” Nova said to Micah once she walked up beside him, but her eyes avoiding his. It felt a little strange since she was so use to fighting with him instead of thanking him.
Micah watched as the two guys left and was almost surprised when he turned around to find Nova. It wasn’t the fact she thanked him (because he knew she would), but rather that she started with that instead of asking why - a question he was still wondering. He swore any feeling of affection towards her was gone a long time ago, but he knew he wouldn’t have done what he did for many others. “No problem. It wasn’t that big of a deal and I can’t be that predictable. That’s boring and, besides, sometimes I need to be a good person.” He noticed she refused to meet his eyes and without exactly meaning to he started to say, “It’s okay to look me in the eye. I’m not that special, but you…” Then he caught himself. “Your performance kind of was, but it still wasn’t that great. It could use some more oomph.”
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coffee house; micah
Nova wasn’t planning on going in front of the mic when she entered the coffee shop, she was just going to get something to drink and enjoy other peoples performances. But as she kept watching others having fun going up and preforming covers or original pieces she couldn’t help but feel the urge to preform too. When the mic was open Nova took the opportunity to sing one of the only songs she knew how to play on guitar, Pumped Up Kicks. Although she was nervous, as she always was when preforming in front of people, everything seemed to be going fine; until she heard someone getting louder from one of the tables. It only took Nova a few seconds to realize he was saying to his friend that she should get off the stage, and that she was was no good. Nova could feel herself getting both angry and upset, but she kept playing and glared at the asshole who was heckling her.
After looking around the crowd, Micah swore he’d only stay for seven acts - half of which he fully intended on messing with. Once the seventh one ended, he got up to leave as planned, but when he saw that Nova was performing he stayed inside the coffee shop. As much as he loved pushing her buttons, a performance wasn’t something he’d mess with. After the first few beats, Micah could tell what song it was and almost hummed with out of habit. Soon after a loud voice caught his attention. He followed Nova’s gaze to a table in the middle of the room. Without really thinking about it, Micah walked up to the table and pulled the one with the loud mouth up to his feet. The whole way to the door, Micah threatened him and told him to leave. Of course, he wouldn’t go through with half of the threats, but it wasn’t important to him after the guy was out the door with his friend close behind.
Milli brushed a hand through her hair and walked towards the piano. She sat on the bench and held her fingers on the keys for a second before the intro to Fall Out Boy’s Young Volcanoes started to play.
Micah never intended on politely sitting and applauding the various people with courage on stage. He figured that he’d start small. Just something to mildly annoy the girl or get some kind of reaction out of her that wasn’t laughter or pure amusement. So he went behind her to begin his “interpretive dancing”.
Armie snorted at the mental image. “Dude if this whole famous thing doesn’t work out that’s what I want to do for a living. Do you think I could get one of those big singing shows to hire me?” The singer furrowed his brows. “I don’t really listen to the radio much, I don’t know what song your talking about. Sounds shit though. What the fuck’s a trap queen?”
"Mate, if you wanna try it out tonight, I got you with the hook. I mean what can I say? I always come prepared,” Micah shrugged and leaned back to reveal a plastic hook he found at a garage sale. After he readjusted so he was leaning forward, he nodded. “Bet if you do it some dude here’s gonna remember you and give you some business card if you’ve got potential.” Micah shrugged in response to his next question. “I’ve been wondering the same thing. Like did they pull it out of their ass or what?”
With a baseball hat twisted backwards and a coffee in his hands, Armie sat himself towards the back of the coffee shop. It’s been so long since he’s been in the audience, he wanted to sit back for the night and enjoy other people’s music. “Do you think anyone’s going to do Wonderwall?” He asked, eyes flicking to the person next to him with a grin.
Simply wanting to observe and find a victim to mess with, Micah chose a spot near the back. “The one who sings Wonderwall will get pulled off stage with one of those hooks so fast,” Micah said, shaking his head. “But I’d take that over Trap Queen any day. Honestly the worst thing I’ve heard on the radio.”
