Verucchi’s was packed. I guess word had gotten out about the good-looking singer performing tonight, considering most of the audience was female. I walked in and spotted some girls from my graduating class in high school, waving frantically at me and gesturing for me to sit with them. I innocently shrugged, and pointed to where Claire and a few of my friends were sitting, having just spotted them, and walked over. The table Claire had gotten was fairly close to the stage, and I took my the open seat to see my friends Ellie and Taylor were also at our table. “Slores.” said Claire, referring to the girls from our class that had wanted me to sit with them. They were currently making their way across the room to talk to some sleazy guys, their orange skin absolutely screaming ‘sluts’. I shuddered slightly, turning away from them, not wanting to see any more. My friends and I made comfortable small talk, patiently waiting for the act to come out on stage.
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After what seemed like hours, the lights around finally dimmed and I single spotlight was pointed at a stool and microphone on centerstage. Slowly, the curtain was pulled back as a pale boy with bright blue eyes made his way to the stool, a guitar strung across his back. My breath caught in my throat as he blinked, eyes adjusting to the harsh spotlight, then sat down. After adjusting the microphone to fit his height, he leaned forward to speak. “I’d like to introduce myself,” he said softly, eyes twinkling, “My name’s Niall Horan, I’m from Mullingar, Ireland, and I’ll be singing for you tonight.” He smiled as he spoke, eyes searching the crowd, until they met my own. His jaw dropped slightly, his smile faltering into a look of disbelief as he took me in. He seemed to mumble something until his breath as he winked at me, tearing his eyes away from mine as he took his guitar from behind his back and settled into his hands. He strummed it once, making sure it was tuned before he started to strum a tune. He closed his eyes concentrating on the music before he began to sing.
“Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
And clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave”
Our eyes met for a split second as he played, before he blushed and looked down at his guitar as he finished the song.
“On Sunday morning
I’ll be home.”
The audience burst into applause as he finished and he beamed. Everyone at our table cheered, and I even overheard Taylor comment on how she liked a boy who could sing. I smirked, thinking about how I would be going out on a date with him later tonight, but decided not to say anything. I didn’t feel like explaining anything at the moment.
