Secret Love Song

Chapter One

During the day, Magic Feel Bar is a relaxed place where friends and family meet up to catch up with each other or a couple games on the pool table. But from 7 o'clock onwards, the bar is filled.

The live music is loud, the dance floor is filled  and drinks are passed around to everyone. Close friends do shots, some dance, some make out in the dark corners where the neon lights don't hit.

The live music is a series of cover songs is played by two young men, one on an electric guitar and the other on drums. Both men would often steal small, hungry glances at each, waiting for the bar to close so they can go home. So very much unlike the other young man standing behind the bar.

No, this young man lives for his job at the bar. Preparing and giving drinks, having small conversations with people and watching his two friends sing and play on stage. Occasionally, when the man felt like it, he would join his friends on stage. He wouldn't do much, just singing small backup notes. If the young man wasn't on stage or preparing drinks, he was busy writing words in a small leather bound journal.

Much like how he was doing tonight. Ink pen in hand, writing small words down and tapping his other hand against the top of the bar in small beats.

"Excuse me?" A voice interrupted his thoughts. In front of the man was a young woman, probably in her early 20s with a head of fiery red hair. "Can I order some drinks for me and my friends?" She pointed to a table against a wall where 4 other young woman stood chatting happily with one another.

"Of course. What can I get you?" The young man replied, closing over his journal, putting the pen on top.

"Can I get a pink señorita, a Malibu sunset, a Bloody Mary, a Black Russian and a Tsunami cocktail please?" The red head gave him the list of drinks that he carefully jotted down on a pad.

"Yeah, can I get a name for the order and table number please?" He asked. Although the bar was supposed to be for dancing and having fun, they also had tables for people to stand at and leave their drinks around the edges.

"Yes, that's Lily Evans and it's table number 5, I believe." The woman, now known as Lily answered.

"Lily Evans? As in 'The Dark Roses' Lily Evans?" The male questioned, the name sounding very familiar to him. The Dark Roses was a female singing group, newly formed, that had become very popular and well known across social media. Although they had not yet released any official songs, they had done many videos of the group singing covers, beginning to become famous because of their beautiful voices and talents.

"You've heard of us?" Lily inquired, sounding surprised.

"I know you're name through my friends." The young man pointed up at the men on stage who were just beginning a new song. The man reached under the bar and pulled our 5 glasses for the drinks. "Unfortunately I can't say that I recognise your face. Nor would I recognise your voice, I'm not on social media very often."

"Ah, I see. Well maybe when we eventually have lyrics and release a song, you might recognise us. And maybe you're friends could do a cover?" Lily turned to look at the males singing, enjoying how they've done their own take on 'Does You're Mother Know' by ABBA.

"When you have lyrics?" The young male wondered, mixing different liquids together and pouring them into glasses. "Surly a new group could very easily come up with their own lyrics?"

"Ha, you would think so wouldn't you?" Lily answered. "We have tried, let me tell you. It has seemed to prove much more difficult than we had thought. It seems none of us have a talent for song lyrics."

"My friends, Barty and Evan, they continue to ask me for song lyrics. They think I'm good." The young man informs Lily, pouring the last drink into a glass. "So much so that I have actually given it a shot, just so they could stop asking." The man pats the leather book next to him.