Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

Song Bird P1

My songbird.

I sat with my dad listening to the radio as we often did as I plaid tea party with my dollies, I perked up hearing a song come on "daddy can I?" I giggled

"Go on princess" he smiled I jumped up and turned the radio up a little dancing along with the nice tunes the ladies were singing my dad laughed and got up holding my hands and letting me stand on his feet as we danced

"Daddy?"

"Yes my little princess?"

"Could I be a singer?"

"Awww sweetheart. You can do anything you put your mind to. If you wanna be a singer, a dancer, a cook or a maid. Whatever you wanna be will make me happy" he smiled kissing my head

I stood my heart beating out of my chest, holding in one hand the metal pole with the black cable knotted around it, my other hand holding my microphone hearing the hum that emitted from it, I held my breath closing my eyes as the music began and I did my best. I sang my song as best I could doing the little things I knew how to do.

Once my song was over I heard applause alot of it I opened my eyes and saw that the little bar had erupted in applause maybe they were all just happy I finally shut up. I got down and grabbed my bag from the side a little nervous trying to keep out the way sitting at my little table I spotted someone across the way at the bar I took a note of how he looked at me and little else returning my focus to the table.

"Hey. White wine spritzer, right?" A voice said I looked up and saw a man older than me for sure tall, skinny, in what looked kinda like leather pants, a grey band t-shirt that I didn't recognize, and a blueish black coat, he offered me the drink in his hand and I nodded so he put it down for me setting a beer on the other side of the table and having a seat across from me "your good" he says

"Thank you" I nodded trying not to blush too hard he was likely just being nice when he saw how bad I was

"I mean it, I'm serious you are good you have a voice I've never heard anyone with a voice like that let alone who can do that with it"

I blushed hard I knew I was turning bright red

"Aww aren't you used to getting complimented?"

"Not really. No" I blushed

"Why do you sing in pubs and such? You could be singing on top of the pops or in the London palladium on a sold-out weeklong show"

"Well I uhh I'm not good at the stage stuff"

"What stage fright?"

"A little"

"Thats sweet" He smiled "Malcom, Malcolm Mclaren" He smiled offering his hand

"Ohh y/n" I blushed shyly taking his hand he smirked a little and gave my hand a kiss

"Beautiful. Would you like to play somewhere bigger than a backwater pub?"

"I would" I blushed

"Well, I am looking for a new client. Trust me. I can make you much bigger than some backwater pubs and a few summer festivals. So?"

"...Okay" I smiled

I blushed a little harder walking down the street following the directions he wrote down for me on a little bar napkin I noticed how rough the town was getting now the piles of trash building up along the streets, people around looked like they hated me all punky scary people. I found the address ringing the little doorbell beside the door and I jumped "It's open!" A voice yelled so I pushed open the door. I followed some stairs up to an open door a little apartment full of various bits and bobs and quite a few people

"Who's this cow?" one of them asked

I saw Malcolm emerge from somewhere else in the apartment and he slapped the head off who spoke "Be nice!" he warns "Hello my little songbird. I was a little worried you weren't gonna show"

"I got a little lost"

"I'll have to walk you over next time" He smiled giving my hand a kiss and ushering me inside

"What is she doing here?" the same guy asked

"New client" He shrugs leading me over to a table to sit I sat down a little nervous and he sat down beside me doing me a glass of wine "Well fuck off then," he told them one made a gesture that made me giggle doing the finger in a hole over and over before they left "So... have you thought more about what I said?"