AU || Cairo Lucia Santiago is on break from university. Bradley Will Simpson wants to get his big break in the music industry. Together, they go on a roadtrip around the UK, where they busk their hearts out and discover more about their lost selves...
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📌 Stirling, Scotland, UK
On the bright side, and in the words of Olive Penderghast of Easy A, my sister's outburst was "dressed as a 10-storey building" instead of a "crack on the sidewalk" in Google Earth; only a few people, namely Connor and his band, witnessed what happened.
I quickly ran to the catering table, grabbed as much tissue as I could, and went back to the drenched wedding singer, who looked like he had no clue on what to do next as Connor and his band went to the groom to inform him of what happened.
"I am so sorry for what happened. I'll be the one who will pay you and for the cleaning of your shirt."
"It's okay; don't bother. I'll just explain to my brother that I ruined his favorite shirt and didn't get anything from the gig today."
"I'm not allowing that. You sung your heart out so well on that stage earlier; my sister should be paying you thrice of what she owes you in total, along with some dancing classes so she'll learn that she has been in the wrong all along."
"Thank you, but, I have to politely reject your offer. She's just another dissatisfied customer, and, really, it won't help her anger when she finds out that you paid me," he said, then I sighed, but then I felt relieved when my sister's husband went to us.
"I am so sorry for what my wife has done to your shirt, but if she is unsatisfied with your service, well, there's nothing I can do about it."
"You can pay for what he did and for his shirt, don't you know? Even if my sister didn't like his performance, it's still your obligation to pay him. Same goes with Connor's band," I interjected, then my sister's husband smirked before looking at me.
"You really are the nosy type, aren't you?" He said, then he brought his wallet out and gave the singer a one pound coin.
"That should be enough. The fabric of your shirt seems cheap, anyway. Wouldn't take you a second at the thrift store to buy another one," he said before walking out, then Connor went to us.
"I'm sorry you guys. Anyway, maybe I can pay you, Brad? We had fun playing with you, anyway, and not to mention that you literally captured so many hearts during your song. I looked around while we were on stage and it seemed as if they were more focused on you than the shit dancing."
"Con, it's fine. Really. I had fun playing with you, too, but the bride and groom have both returned their feedback. I should be going," Brad said, then we exchanged small goodbyes before he walked away, then Connor looked at me.
"Don't worry, I'll handle it," I said, then I dug in my purse for the spending money my dad gave me, then I ran to Brad, who, luckily, was still at the parking lot.
"Brad?" I called out, then he stopped and looked at me as I walked to him.
"Your name is Brad, right? That's what Connor called you?"
