Lams And Enjoltaire Oneshots

Shared Mic- Enjoltaire

Ramin Enjolras and Hadley Grantaire

Grantaire POV

"Hey R, you should have a go!" Eponine yells from her spot at the back of the crowd. I can feel my cheeks burn as I furiously shake my head. My idiots of friends cheer, siding with Eponine.

Jehan decided with his big brain that it would be a good idea to organise an open mic night for the cafe. I'm not against it at all, I think it's great. So many different people expressing themselves through music, it's fantastic.

Like, Ponine sang a heartbreaking song about being alone, clearly directed at Marius, but surprise surprise! He was too busy staring at Cossette. Speaking of the vomit inducing couple, they sang a nice little song talking about their hearts or something, I don't know, I wasn't listening. Cosette's father sang a nice song about bringing a boy home. And Enjy sang about the significance of colours.

Woo Hoo.

But still, Enjolras' voice blew me away with his surprisingly melodic voice. It floated through the air with such beauty that I felt as if I was levitating. His voice, his perfect dark hair, his suit, transported me into a different world.

And then Courf sang Single Ladies.

But that stage is going to eat me and you can't change my mind.

"There's no way I'm getting up there," I say, taking another sip of my sprite, looking to my best friend for help.

"Cmon Grantaireeee," Enjy grins like the little shit he is and continues to try and get me on stage, along with the rest of the room. I don't even know some of these people!

"No! I can't sing!" I yell, sinking into my chair, hoping that it would make me invisible.

"Okay that's the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard, R! I've heard your shower performances. Seriously, you're amazing," The look in his eyes tells me what he's saying is true.

It makes my heart stop, my cheeks burning under the meaning of his words. My brain can't seem to form thoughts, let alone words.

"You know what, I'll go up with you. How about that? We'll do a duet," He offers, a smile growing on his face.

Eh, fuck it.

"Fine," I sigh. Cheers from my friends echo around the room as the dark haired man grabs my hand and drags me on stage. We laugh as we get to the mic. He drops my hand and I resist the urge to grab it back and feel the warmth of it once more. My cheeks heat up as I stare at the audience, all staring at me, waiting for me to sing.

"Wanna do that song that you like from Les Mis?" He asks, setting up the music

"You'll have to be more specific, Enjy," I giggle

"The depressing one,"

"You'll have to be more spe-"

"The one where the guy is sad that all his friends died! Jesus!" He laughs, shaking his head. His smile shows, the light of my life. I could feel my nerves slowly melt away as the audience chuckled too.

"Then yes. The depressing one," I say through laughs, running my hand through my already messy sandy hair.

"Woo! Let's go!" He cheers, clapping his hands. "Ready?" He whispers, too quiet for the mic to pick up. I give a small nod, a complete lie. I hated performing. Yes I love yelling at people, but singing was going to be the death of me.