will we talk? {sam fender}

7

the low lights is just like any other pub, old, stinky and full of old men who have nothing better to do in there day then drink.

"what do you want?" sam asks me as we stroll up to the bar, i reply by asking for a vodka lemonade.

"so your a big vodka fan ey?" sam asks, i nod as the barmen strolls over.

"ah ya'alreet sam. what can i get for yer"

"vodka lemonade and 2 fosters" sam asks

"only a fosters tonight son? got a busy day tomorrow?" the barmen asks, it seems like the two of them are quite comfortable with each other.

"ah well me and lacy only just met don't want to scare her away now like" sam tells him, the barmen smiles at me while pouring the pints

"another lass sam? seriously. one day your gonna have to settle down with one of them and have kids and stuff"

"nah not like that mate. me and lacy are writing a song together" sam laughs, his cheeks turning red

me and sam collect our drinks and go sit down at our table where dean already is and another person which i couldn't quite recognise.

"look who i found having a piss" dean smiles, tapping the boy on the back. oh how could i be so daft it's Joe, he plays the keyboard for sam.

"ya'alreet mate? this is lacy hope, lacy this is joe" sam introduces us, i smile at joe and he smiles back.

"how come yer now mates with lacy hope then sam?" joe asks taking a gulp of his beer.

"making a song together" sam tells joe.

"could have told us! after all we are the ones playing it on stage" joe jokes causing sam to role his eyes.

"aye well you'll have to wait for me and lac to finish it first won't yer" sam says with a smile, a dimple popping out on one side.

it hits 6'o clock and the locals start to pour in the low lights making it appear a lot busier, there was football playing on the TV so all the men started to gather round.

"do you want another" sam shouts over the loud chatter of the pub, i was unsure of what number drink i was on as i stopped counting around an hour ago but i was in no mood to stop.

"yeah go on then" i smile, sam takes my glass up to the bar with him.

"so lacy saw yer cover of hypersonic missiles. it was fucking class you sounded lush lass" joe says.

i can feel the warmth of the alcohol hitting me as sam returns with my new drink.

"here ya go"

i take a large gulp and sit watching everyone.

"sam" an older man says from behind us, we both spin round to see him.

"ah ya'alreet steve" sam smiles grabbing the man's hand like he hasn't seen him in a while.

"place is getting busy but footies only on for another half hour. what do yer say about keeping them in 'ere with a bit of music" he says.

"ah steve i'm on babysitting duties" sam smiles gesturing to me.

"would you stop referring to me as a child sam! i'm only five years younger than you" i slur with a giggle.

"ah your that lass that sings that one song. saw ya on BBC the other day. proper class you are. well yer can play with sam. come on guys what do yer say?" steve smiles.

"come on sam" i laugh leaning forward to him, he holds my shoulder up before i fall onto him.

"aye alreet but we'll have to quickly run and get a couple guitars" sam tells steve who nods.

"right dean do not let her leave this table ok? she is way too drunk right now to be dealing with a bunch of old geordies when she's a posh lass like" sam tells his friend.

"aye don't worry about her she'll be fine, go get ya guitars" dean promises sam.

sam taps joe on the leg and they both gulp the last of their drinks before leaving to get  guitars.

"ya'alreet lacy?" dean asks as i feel my body go round and round in circles

"i'm good" i giggle sipping more of my drink.

"do you want some water?" dean suggests

"don't be boring" i say hitting him on the arm.

10 minutes later sam and joe return with two guitars, sam's blue jazz master and his green acoustic.

"lacy your mam is messaging. what do ya want us to say" sam says sitting next to me and placing his two guitars next to him.

i go into hysterics "hahaha your accent is funny"

"your fucked lass, there's no way i'm letting you get the train home tonight"

"hahaha see you have an accent" i giggle "and so does he" i say pointing to dean.

"aye your in newcastle lac, what else did you expect" sam laughs at me "come on, d'ya wanna sing hypersonic missiles as you sorta made the song blow up"

"sam is that a good idea, the lass can't even sit straight, i doubt she'll be able to stand"

"aye well we'll test that now shall we" sam chuckles standing up and gesturing for me to do the same.

i stand up fine.

"ah see ya fine, come on"

dean huffs as he watches me and sam walk over to the tiny performance section of the pub. sam plugs in his jazz master making the speakers make a sound.

he adjusts my mic stand for me so it is at the right height, he sorts himself out too before strumming a chord on his guitar.

the whole pub goes silent and i suddenly feel not so drunk when i feel the pressure of everyone watching.

"ya'alreet love" sam asks me, i smile and nod. he takes that as a sign to start playing.