Fantastic Foursome Imagines

First of Many: Presley + Dan

Presley

I sighed and started setting up my keyboard on a little stage in Starbucks.

Tonight’s so dead… The only people here was a girl in the back, crying, and then a few old couples. I turned on my keyboard and hit a few notes to warm up, the sound getting everyone’s attention. I gave a shy wave to them and adjusted the microphone in front of my face.

“Uh, hi everyone! I’m Pres and I thought it’d be nice if I sang a little song for you to warm up! So… here it goes.” I smiled a little as my fingers flew over the keys in practiced rhythms, the notes flying as I started playing the notes to “Dear Mister Gable (You made me love you).” By Judy Garland, a song that my friend introduced to me earlier this week. The feel of it was very smooth and a little jazzy, which helped my muscles relax as an opening tune.

I heard the door open and looked over as two men walked in, shaking their heads off from the rain.

My cheeks flushed when I caught sight of the shorter one, though still incredibly tall. His skin was tan and dribbled with rain as his hair swung in his face. His brown hair was wet and starting to curl like mine does.

I took my hand off of the keys for a second and felt my brownish red hair, making sure that it was still straight. Naturally it’s super curly, but I hate it like that.

I placed my hand back on the keyboard and started singing, trying not to stare at the man, his golden brown eyes meeting mine for a brief second before I looked down.

“Dear Mr. Gable,

I am writing this to you

and I hope that you will read it so you'll know…”

His friend, who had a black fringe left the man and went over to the crying girl in the back, sitting in the booth in front of her, whereas the man took a seat directly in front of the stage, smiling up at me as I continued the song, my voice growing a little shaky as my heart pounded.

“My heart beats like a hammer

and I stutter and I stammer

every time I see you at the picture show.”

The man’s smile grew wider and I looked down at the keys and tried not to smile as I sang, his eyes burning holes into me.

I pouted my lips a little, something that became a habit with this song, and continued on,

“I guess I'm just another fan of yours

and I thought I'd write and tell you so.

You know you made me love you!

You know you made me love you…”

Soft applause rang from the small audience and I looked back up to see the man smiling wide, leaning back in his chair with a cup of coffee, eyes sparkling.

I continued my set and people came and left, including the man’s friend and the crying girl, which made me smile. It seemed like she needed a friend. But the thing that kept me a little on edge was the fact that the man himself stayed. He sat in the same spot and only got up to get a muffin and another coffee about fifteen minutes into my set. I ended about an hour later and started packing up my keyboard, putting it in a hard case with rollers that was set on the floor. I tucked my hair behind my ear and stood to get my music, but saw the man sitting on the stage, flipping through it.

“Can you sing this song?” He showed the book to me and I grinned when I saw that he pointed out Starlight by Muse.

“Uh… Yeah. I mean, I’m able to, but I can’t right now.” He grinned that charming smile and took a pen out of his pocket, scribbling something on the page.