It was a cold day, way too cold for September, and way too cold for Brendon to wear a flannel. That was why he was on his skateboard, trying to find Starbucks on the busy street as soon as possible. Black coffee would be amazing to get rid of his sleepy state and warm him up at the same time.
He sighed to himself, rubbing his red nose to give it warmth. He had to hurry, there was this meeting he shouldn't be late to. A company had told his band that they could look at what they've got, and, possibly sign them. His chocolate brown eyes scanned the shops, a victorious smile making its way on his face when he spotted the one he was looking for.
He quickly got off his skateboard and jogged towards the shop, sighing happily as the warmth of the place hit him in a pleasent way. He went to the counter and got his coffee, sipping the brown liquid in excitement, just to nearly spit it out because of its hotness. He scolded himself and got out of the shop, trying to resist the temptation to stick his tongue out to the cold air. He took the coffee cup's lid off, to help it cool down faster.
Just as the brown-haired man was going to put his skateboard down, he heard a happy tune that made him skid to a halt. His heart was beating faster than usual, and it took him longer than it should have to hear the baritone guitar's sound, melting perfectly with the singer's honey-like voice. He couldn't help but smile as he nodded his head to the beat, trying to find where the voice was coming from. His heart skipped a beat when the singer hit a high note, his voice airy. Suddenly, he didn't feel as cold as he used to.
His ringtone interrupted his search for the singer and he tried to fish it out of his pocket, but he suddenly jumped when he felt something hot hit his skin as someone cursed. He yelped- in a manly way, of course- and looked at his coffee. He had poured nearly the half of it over himself on the impact. He would've only poured a drop or two if he hadn't taken off the lid. He groaned at his stupidity and craned his head to look at the person in front of him; dark hair sticking out strangely out of a beanie, glasses, a hoodie, and eyeliner surrounding his brown eyes. Alright, then.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry man, are you okay? I can-" the tall guy spoke as Brendon waved him off, holding his vibrating phone in his hand. He looked around one last time to see the singer, but his vision was blocked by a big crowd, much to his disappointment. "It's alright, I gotta go," he said absent mindedly. The man was quick to reply, giving Brendon a card "I-It looks like you don't have much time, so, uh, call me whenever you're free, I, uhm, would like to make it up to you," Brendon's only response was an awkward smile before he turned around to answer his phone.
"Brendon! Where are you? You have to come here, right now! You're five minutes late, what have you been thinking?" Ryan whisper shouted at him from the other end of the phone. Brendon was still looking for the singer, though, he wondered if he were also playing the baritone guitar-
"Brendon, answer, goddammit!" Ryan said, a little louder this time. Brendon shook his head to clear his thoughts and realized he were late. To a meeting. The meeting.
Shit.
He threw his coffee into a trash can as he got on his skateboard, trying to reassure Ryan and apologize at the same time, while the singer's voice was fading away, long forgotten by the boy with the chocolate brown eyes.
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'When the world gets too heavy
Put it on my back
I'll be your levy'
