Tiny Glowing Screens|Daniel.Seavey

If you ever come back- the script.

"Birds still sing on bad days..." my eyes were burning, my arms felt strange. But I'd been weirdly, okay. I wasn't fixed or anything.

I still felt like shit. But it just didn't feel the same. I told Tyler what happened. He's not left me alone since then. Neither has Daniel.

None of them have. I've always been the type to push myself away from the men I meet, I've always been so terrified to do something wrong and they act the way my father and his friends do.

But now my life was surrounded with men that I would trust to hold my life in their hands and still give it back. "This is 'everything sucks' none of you know the fucking words cause you suck. Make sure you try the whisky though. It's bitter."

The entire song, all I could focus on was Clark and Charlie, dancing around the bar scream singing the words because they've heard this song a thousand times now.

I really have gotten to a good point in my life if more than one person knows the words.

Thankfully I didn't have to play any instruments tonight so I could dance all I wanted. Tyler let me put little rhinestones on the mic. Neon pink was the only option.

"Goodnight, fuckers. Try the whisky." I whispered down the mic. "Wait! Can I suggest a song?"

I looked over at Tyler, watching him shrug. "Up to you Parks." I nodded. "Yeah."

"Wait I did t know we could request, I have a song too." I let out a deep sigh. "There's people at the side. You can all put your requests in, you buy a drink and I'll sing your song. I do need a new drummer though. He's got a curfew."

"Don't tell everybody." He pouts out. "Sing hopelessly devoted!" Tyler shouts. "Yes!" A loud cheer followed along the bar. "Fine. Daniel, please."

I wasn't really much for musicals I'll be honest, my mother however. Loved them entirely too much. She was a musical person.

There's a musical casting tomorrow, I was going to do it just to be able to say I did the same one as her, but I'd have to learn a bunch of new songs.

Lying on the floor, I held my hand behind my head. Staring at the lights trying to imagine how my mother would react to me sing in a musical.

She would've done about sixty backflips just at the site of it. Turning my head to face the drums, I stood up slowly.

Dancing along the stage, grazing my hand over whoever was closest.

There seemed to be some weird theme of musicals. It was sort of annoying but they all seemed pretty excited and I was not about to ruin their nights by saying no.

Especially when my only reasoning is that I just don't like musicals. Lots of abba too.
People yearn for the joyous music or whatever it was Tyler said earlier.

"Okay I'm done. Officially. I need a drink." Jumping into the stool at the front of the bar, I let out a huff. Tyler handing me a drink of god knows what.

Then love by Keyishia Cole started playing, I have never seen Tyler move so quickly. Seems the whole town was in some strange mood for the karaoke.

He had his towel in hand, singing like he was on Britain's got talent or something. It was brilliant.

Charlie was far more into it than most, but he had to serve the people Tyler had ignored. It's the one time he shows everyone that he does have emotion.

I think it's quite sweet. Tyler was so unaware of his surroundings that Charlie staring didn't even seem to phase him.

That or he was just as in love. "Gay people are so strange." Daniel says quietly, my eyes going wide until he started laughing. "I said that so wrong. I meant it in a good way."

"I figured. Is your family not gonna burn you at the stake for being in here?" He snickered. Shaking his head. "As if they would ever step foot in here. They are allergic to fun. Also they're in New York for some business deal."

"So you're just, home alone? With nobody to talk to?" He turns to me. His cheek squashed into his hand. "Yeah I guess. Henry is having a party tomorrow if you wanted to go. Wouldn't be so low lonely."

"Yeah." Tyler grabs my arm, dragging me off the stool. She will be loved, he says it's one of those songs that even he can get by.

He makes me dance to it every time it plays, and it plays, a lot. Not that I mind.

I always end up smiling like an idiot when it plays. I don't think I will ever pass up this kind of opportunity. I missed out so much that saying no to this kind of stuff just feels wrong.

He kisses my forehead, smiling as he walks back behind the counter. "The fuck are you doing behind my bar?"

"Don't fucking start." Tyler hits him with the towel, Charlie chasing him into the back with the bottle opener. "Stop it! I was kidding! I'll ban you! I'll do it! My dad's a lawyer!"

"His dad's a lawyer?" I asked. "No." Kevin laughs. I jumped behind the bar. Fixing the rest of the drinks before he gets back. "I just made out with a uhm- a guy. Super weird."

"Didn't you literally yell at us for calling you gay yesterday?" I asked. "I'm not gay."

"You just said you made out with a guy." His eyes went wide. "I did? Fuck. I didn't mean it. I made out with her, look see she's like all- weird and giddy."

"Who is that?" He shrugged. "Her parents were passing through and stopped at the motel for the night." Me and Daniel both gave each other that same look. "What?"

"What?" I asked. "You made a face. What was with the face?" We both just gave him that same look. He turns back around, his eyes wide again. "How drunk are you?" Daniel asks. "Very."