They made it just in time. It was already 5 minutes before 10 p.m., the time the show was supposed to start. Their favorite band wasn't playing until the last part of the program, though. Other small artists and aspiring poets were to be given exposure first.
"What time is Ben&Ben playing?" Oliver asked Tyrone.
"I don't know, maybe in 2 hours?" he answered.
"Why don't we walk around first then come back at around 11:30?" Jake suggested.
It was a feasible suggestion, but then they might not have any seats when they come back. The boys rejected the idea.
"Tell me what you wanna eat." Theo then pointed at a nearby KFC. "Y'all can pay me later, I'll just bring the food to you. How does that sound?" he told them.
The boys liked the suggestion. They each gave Theo their order and their payments. Caden then put his bag on his side, saving the spot for his best friend.
The night was a bit cold. The wind caressed them meticulously, raising every hair on their young arms. Goosebumps never left their skin, but the warmth of friendship kept them on the floor.
The first performer was an aspiring poet. He had piercings all over his face. His hair was fixed into a frizzed look, chaotic yet composed. His eyeliner was messily put on, but his eyes looked innocent, a paradox to his overall outfit. The young poet had a guitar that hung from his shoulders. Popping out of his all-black ensemble, the guitar strap was in 7 colors. It had the colors of the rainbow.
"Hello everyone. I would like to thank you all for welcoming me as your first performer. My pen name is Addis." he opened.
"I may not look it, but I'm actually a member of the LGBTQ+ community." he added. "I, myself, have been struggling with the life of a member of it. I've barely gotten used to life in my 20's. I haven't even come out to my parents, which is why I gave myself a pseudonym. I want you all to remember my pieces even while I hide my true self from those that see me."
"My first piece is on my fears of coming out to everyone. I want to give light on the what-if's that run my mind. I hope you enjoy, everyone!"
Addis sat on the tall stool in the middle of the stage. He put the mic near his fact, his guitar sitting on his lap. He took one pluck at the strings, closed his eyes, and let his poem flow out of his soul.
The mind loves playing tricks on itself
Some days, it hides the enigmas pretty well
On others, it lets them crawl out by itself
Even so, it's something the brusque mask wants to tell
The man has tried a lot, his breaths stopped every time
It seems even wearing the mask is hard on the body
The weight of hiding keeps him up at night
His dreams were colorful, called by some as ungodly
Why in the light, do you hide in the shadows?
What is it that weighs your feet down on the ground?
Before you reach the stars, you touch the rainbows
"I wish they liked colors." He said with a frown.
The fear of being shunned, of being locked out of the door
It kept the brusque man awake, filled with questions
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Those Damn Dimples (BL)
RomanceA lot of Caden's later years were spent with the absence of his father, a man whom he had always wanted to feel by his side. He longed for his father, to feel safe in his arms when he's in peril. The man was always abroad, working. Caden had conside...
