handxgrenadehead
“So, I heard it was your birthday and figured I should do something or get you something-- well, no, I mean, I wanted to. It wasn’t an obligation or anything I just--” Nick swallowed and fumbled with the poorly wrapped present in his hands. “I didn’t really know what to get you, cause I was thinking more of something to bedazzle yourself while you’re up on stage, but you don’t need anything since you, uhh... yeah. You’re good enough without anything fancy.”
He hesitantly held out the small package with half of a smile. “And I thought, the only thing on that stage that doesn’t fit is a boring ol’ black microphone, so... I guess now this can, ah, shine as much as you do.”
Making a face, “Dang, that’s cheesy. Just tell me to shut up while I’m ahead.”
