Rated PG-13 for the language in this story.
"I still look for your face in the crowd, if you could see me now." My hoarse voice disapears on and off as I sing with my headphones on. You see, I'm currently working in a book store, and this being the 21st century it's rare we have a customer; so like wise I can sing softly and not care.
The manager here always has told me that I shouldnt be working here, or anywhere but the stage infront of fans. I have to disagree, I can't imagine being famous, although I would like to have what I write out there annonymously. It would be like a win for everyone, considering I don't want fame, but feel that people should hear what I work so hard to write. Including my parents that found peace in a coffin.
"Brax! Time's up, I need to close up for the night." Without another word from him I exit the store and pull my legs into the rain, the darkness scooping me into its infinite arms. Although the hug of the dark has to evaporate as I enter the bar, me being a sixteen year old boy, you would think I wouldnt be allowed in, let alone drink, but think again. My best friend Aiden who is twenty two, allows my to live with him and act nothing like a father so his job as a bartender has it's advantages. "What's it gonna be today Brax?" "Guiness Please" he nod causing his shaggy black hair to bounce. Turning around he grabs one as if he must have already had it in sight just for me. "Here ya are kiddo, how was work?" "What do you think?" I paused opening and takeing a gulp of my beer before continueing."There wasn't one customer yet again, things keep on like this I'll be outta work, and I just can't afford for that to happen right now Aiden." Once again he nods before taking a swig of my beer, earning him a glare from my crystal blue eyes. "Agreed, you can't afford for that to happen, but with that voice of yours you can easily make enough to feed Africa" "Why is my voice something you always feel the need to bring into a convorsation about money? I already told you that I don't want to be famous. I wouldn't enjoy it one bit." A scoff escapes his lips as he passes me another beer, noticing mine was empty already. "Kid, work isn't meant to be fun, how do you expect to ever make money having fun? I sure as hell ain't, with all the alcoholic dumbasses surrounding me, the only fun I have is when one of the picks a fight." I nod, knowing full and well that if I argued I most likley would be sleeping on a bench outside.
"I know Aiden, but how the hell do you expect I go through with this?" I run a pale hand through my jet black hair, knowing that I wouldn't like his response. Being as it's always the same. "Youtube ya idget" his deep voice trails off into a deep chuckle. I chug the rest of my beer, and proceed to stand up. "See ya Brax" I hear Aiden holler to me, I wave before exiting to small bar and walk onto the side walk. He honestly wants me to do this. One of the many problems is, what if I lose who I am along the way, What if I get my hopes up only to fall down so hard I snap my neck? It may seem stupid, but my father always told me, 'Rember who you are, so that if you fall, you can grip onto the ledge of what made you want it in the first place' and in all honesty, what would I grip? I don't exactly want this, and going through this will be like taking who I am also, righ?
Before I got the chance to think on it any longer I arrived at the small house I lived in, and as cheesy as it sounds, the first thing I saw was the computer on the kitchen island near the door. What more can I lose by doing this besides myself? Nothing. I can't lose any more than I already have, so why should I wait any longer to do this. So without another thought about it, I opened the computer going straight to my YouTube account clicking the upload button. After allowing the webcam to load i clicked record, and without another second of hesitation, I began singing;
"If You Could See Me Now"
(Oh if you could see me now)
(Oh if you could see me now)
