Spur Of The Moment (Narlie Stories)

Last Man Standing

Saturday Night

How else can I spend my Saturday nights other than where I usually do. At my favourite gay club; GaySaber. I chuckle at the name all the time, I think I heard somewhere that the owner is Star Wars mad and he wanted one of the weapon names in the title... I mean, it sounds pretty cool.

Jessie walks up to me on my side of the counter and places a small glass on the coaster next to my hand, she sends me a wink before picking up her hand-towel and dries off her hands for the hundredth time tonight.

"Busy night Jess?" She shrugs her shoulders in response.

"It's not been too busy, but I think it's about to get really stuffy in here... my boss told me he booked a singer to come in tonight, he's supposed to be going on in a few minutes" I raised my eyebrows curious.

"I'll keep my ears open in that case" I smile at her and pick up my glass and taking a sip of the liquor inside it, it only burns a little as I am so used to it. I do come here every single Saturday - but I only ever get 1 drink, maybe 2 if I have had a shitty week.

"Right folks, listen up" Everyone stop chatting amongst themselves and turn towards the owner of the joint that is standing on the stage at the far right of the building. I turn towards him taking one more sip of my drink.

"I have got someone special here tonight, he's just released a song a few days ago and wanted to sing it for us here, how lucky are we?" Some people chuckle but I scan the stage looking for the figure that is about to sing.

I wait patiently as the lights dim and a spot light appears near the microphone in the middle of the stage.

"Hello everyone, I'm Charlie and this song is called Last Man Standing" He quickly coughs to clear his airways and rests both his hands on the mic as the music starts. Everyone can hear the music very clearly and it sounds really nice.

"I've been around the world
Seven wonders, seven seas
But when all is said and done
You're the only thing I see
My love"

My jaw drops and I'm just strongly staring at this guy, his black curls, his sharp chin and chiselled jaw immediately sticks out to me. His lips mere centimetres from the microphone have my stomach tingling. He's slender but tall, he's definitely shorter than me by maybe a foot. But still tall nonetheless. From where I am, the light shining on his face, I can see his eyes which are the purest blue.

"So tell me what you're looking for"

Oh my word, my heart just stopped. The vibrato on the word; for. I'm at a loss for words on how he is singing these lyrics.

"You're written in the stories
A living masterpiece
So when all is said and done
Why you standing next to me?
My love"

The lyrics... the way he is telling a story through the song. I am so attuned to the lyrics of the song that I am seeing him for the person he is, not just the lyricists he shows himself to be just now. I want to be standing next to him right now. I subconsciously move off the bar stool and slowly move towards the stage, for a split second I see a chair just at the front of the stage that is empty. I keep watching Charlie singing as I sit down slowly, trying my hardest not to seem creepy.

"So tell me what you're looking for"

There he goes with the vibrato again on the word: for. I'm obsessed with it.

"And you said"

Oh, a big build up?

"I don't need a symphony
I just want your voice and a melody
I don't need a your diamond rings
I just want your love, stop selling me
I don't need the wind that's underneath your wings
I just want to know when you're landing
You don't need to be the king
Cause I just want the last man standing"