Halloween of '84: You Better Fucking Run

4. Corbyn's Spot II

   As we were setting up the stage, we talked about the latest. Mostly the party. "So, who's this year's host?", Corbyn asks.

   "Jack Cooper. He's a senior.", Vicky replies, setting up her bass. 

   "Well that's not shocking. Football team, right? Beat the shit out of Greg Davis?", Corbyn says. He watched that fight happen. He even won a few bets, placing them on who would win.

   "Yeah. His folks are gone for the next three weeks so when everyone found out that he so kindly volunteered, and that his parents would be gone, his vote was locked in.", Brayden explains.

   "Damn. Well, Jack's a cool dude. Sammy is a lucky girl. But, with this 'killer' on the loose, I bet people are losing their shit.", Corbyn says with a chuckle.

   "Oh, trust me, they are. Boyfriends were teasing and scaring their girlfriends about it this morning, but that's about it so far.", said Brayden sarcastically, as he sat down behind the drum set.

   "Well, let's get this show started.", Corbyn smiles enthusiastically to us from the cafe door he's now unlocking for our newfound crowd, "Show a few couples a good time tonight."

   I check my mic to see if it's working well. It's gonna be a good performance. I can feel it...

   As I rerun the lyrics to Runaway by Bon Jovi in my head, I see the people Corbyn invited all grabbing chairs and stools, settling in to hear some local and live entertainment. 

   Corbyn lets down his messy bun, hair falling into an unruly, long, beautiful mess. A couple girls' knees buckled. I can relate....

   "Welcome to The Spot. Or Corbyn's Spot to everyone who isn't the owner.", He points to himself with a smile, almost as bright as-, "HOW'S EVERYONE TONIGHT?!", He yells excitedly into the mic, erupting some cheers that answer his question.

   A chord is sounded on his guitar. He's playing the keyboard part of the song on a guitar instead of using a keyboard. Impressive to us all. Badass you are, my dude.

   After the long gig, we greeted people on their way out of the door, and then closed up shop. We celebrated with leftover brownies and coffee.

   "Alright! Great show, Freaks. See ya later!", Corbyn said to us on our way out. He gave Brayden and I a fist bump and Vicky a hug. He looked at us smiling. Ohhh, does he know that she likes him. Sadly, the one we lost didn't get to see them together...