𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || 𝐬.𝐧.

I.

>>. You're POV .<<

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday and a regular crowd shuffles in. The bitter scent of cigarettes lingers freely in the enclosed space. I peered over from the stained black and white piano keys and observe the large crowd. Even with all the talking and laughing brewed together, that same lonely feeling dangled over my head and it has been for a long time now. Perhaps, that's the nature of being a bar pianist. Performing to please people who don't even give a shit about you. At least, that's how I see it.

Midnight staggered by without a flash. The bar room previously brimmed with new and old faces soon poured out one by one. I sighed lifelessly and stood onto my feet from the piano stool and walk toward the bar itself, where my pal John was cleaning, humming himself a tune.

"Hey Y/N! Ya put on one hell of a performance tonight!"

He exclaims. He snatches a cold one and offers it to me. I kindly denied.

"Not tonight, Johnny."

I retorted, my voice weak and tired. He understood and proceeded to clean the island table in front of him. I stared off and acknowledged the vacant lit street through the translucent glass window upfront. Alot was hazing in my mind. Mainly my ex-girlfriend, who had left me well over a year ago to be with some hotshot prick she's been sleazing over, abandoning me and our, at the time, one month old son, Sean. Needless to say, it hasn't been very serene for me.

Nevertheless, I'll always love her for one thing: she birthed me a beautiful baby boy that I'll raise and love all by myself. And another thing: I hope to never cross paths with her again. End of story.

"Still thinkin' about her huh?"

John intruded me from my thoughts, giving me a knowing glance. I peer over at him before diverting back toward the large panel wind.

"Ah, You'll forget about her sooner or later!"

"Karma outta' catch up to her eventually!"

He declared with passion, attempting to bring my spirit up. With his exploding charisma and Lively attitude, it didn't fail to crack a small smile on my lips.

"See?! That's the spirit we're both lookin' for!"

He playfully punches my arm before returning to clean the previously used Glassware.

"Ever thought about going back to New York?"

I stated out of the blue, completely out of my control, allowing the thoughts in my head to escape out of my mouth. John simply chuckled.

"Is that even a fuckin' question?"

We both shared a laugh. If there's just one place I yearn most, it's my home back up in Brooklyn. This Large, sleazy, bittersweet bar lounge is the closest ambience I'll ever feel to home now that I'm gettin' around here in L.A. It guides me back to old memories from my child and teenage hood, back to when I had nothing in the world to worry about.

"Hey. be a darling and pour me some Bacardi."

I asked, suddenly feeling in need of a drink.

John nods his head and snagged the Spiced Bacardi Rum off the ledge that consisted of various alcoholic beverages. He poured me a generous amount into a crystal glass then slid it over to me. I caught the glass and took a large gulp, the char burn of the caramel shaded liquid ran down my throat, making me cringe in satisfaction. I'll never get used to the burn. that's the fun in it.

We both enjoyed the comfortable silence while a Frank Sinatra record played vaguely in the background.

"So? Have ya gotten that record deal yet?"