CHANCES

PLEASE

It was raining hard and it's already late. Porchay doesn't know what to do anymore. It feels like all the feelings he had kept for the past seven years, those hurtful memories he tried to forget came back and flew in like an atomic bomb that directly hit him.

He was at the bar, drinking. He was wearing a laced, white long sleeve shirt that you could eventually see his porcelain skin through. He paired it with a silver choker necklace full of diamonds that complimented with its cross pendant. People at the bar were all looking at him. He was so gorgeous and his eyes were all sparkling that no one knew it cried an ocean for the past seven years. He was there, at the corner of the bar counter, drinking cocktails because he never liked the taste of any hard drinks.

He was drinking his heart out but the singer at the bar is so bad Porchay wants to punch the hell out of him. So, he stood up and gulped the last bit of his drink before going up the stage. The crowd immediately recognized him and some of them started taking photos of him.

He went to the singer and whispered something to him. A smile grimaced on his face when the bar singer agreed on what he wants and vacate the stage for Porchay. He then signaled to borrow one of the guitars.

"Good evening everyone." He greeted them while setting up the mic and the guitar. It's been a while since he faced this many people and he nervously chuckled on the mic. Girls find it cute, him being a bit clumsy.

"I hope everyone is enjoying their time here in LA. Well, I will be playing a song for you guys."

He positioned himself in front of the mic while his butt is trying to find the chair. He is a bit tipsy but he can still manage.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He laughed; a cute one. "My butt can't seem to find the chair." Then everyone inside the bar laughed with him. "Well, the song I'm gonna sing for you guys is something that I have been working on right now. And this song will complement the weather today. This song is for those hearts who have been missing someone. Missing their loved ones to the point that it's making them sick trying to forget them."

And the crowd went silent.

"I hope you'll like it guys."

So tonight I might
Just dream of you
Every song I hear
Gives me the blues
I see rain but maybe
They're all tears for you

Can you please just fade away away?
So this pain can stay away always?
My heart is a little slow
You're unforgettable
I can't let go

Can you please just fade away away?
So this pain can stay away always?
Not crying but my eyes
Both have not been dry
For days
Without you I'll never be okay

That was the song Porchay has been working for the past two years. A song that conveys what his heart really feels. A song about how you forgot to forget all the things that made you broken; leaving a void in your heart, something that cannot be filled up by anything but his love.

He gave a lonely smile after the song. The people around him, were all moved by how beautiful his voice was. All of the people inside stopped on whatever they were doing when they heard Porchay's melody. It captured them; his very existence captured them.

"Thank you."

And a loud cheer engulfed the whole bar. Porchay went down the stage. Some ladies tried to get his autograph; some of them wanted to take pictures with him. He was actually happy; people appreciated his music. But still, he felt sad amidst the fame and attention he got.

He went out of the bar to get some air. The hard rain falling in LA has turned into shower. He heaved a sigh while leaning on the window. He needed someone to talk to; an outlet for this. A dismayed groan came from Porchay when he saw his phone, all out of batteries.