Lauren Jauregui imagines

The Gig

This was definitely a gig to remember.

You and Lauren were halfway into your set at this newly renovated bar, which was home to many business men and new college graduates in the city. You had your own stage, and a happy and pleased audience that watched us in content. it was a great atmosphere, and you could see everyone vibing along. It was only until an middle man came stumbling from the back of the bar to the stage; only meters from us. He was tall, and his clothes suggested that he had gone to the bar straight from the office. A couple of buttons on the top of his shirt and the stubble on his face gave the illusion that he had bad hygiene. Even without looking at him, the stench of alcohol gave it away.

He initially began swaying to the song, bumping into chairs and tables of people. It was almost like he was in a rage; like he wanted the alcohol to consume him. Soon enough after he got sick of swaying; or rather when he gain a little control, and with a wobble in his step and the shake of a finger in your direction, he point and slurred.

"Get off the stage and go back to where you came from, you son of a bitch!"

Like every other person in the room, you was shocked. He continued to rattle off more insults, each one worst than the one before. You were beginning to stutter and use your place in the song but as you looked at Lauren and you made eye contact, she gave you a warm smile and nodded for you to continue. With the newly found confidence, you took a second to take a breath and when you was cued back in, you looked at the man dead in the eye and began to sing,

"To the man at the front"

"With his hair in a mess"

"Could you please shut your mouth?"

"Could you just give us space?"

The audience laughed at the improvisation, so you took that as an invitation to compose yourself. The drunk man stumbled back and a look of confusion flashed across his face, before turning into anger, the lyrics taking the attention away from himself. He began to run towards you, and you tightened every bone in your body, ready for impact. You close your eyes and tucked your head down, but the contact never came. You could hear voices grunt and a heavy thud on the ground and a head touched your shoulder making you jump in fright.

"You're okay, Y/N" Lauren's voice comforted you. You open your eyes and looked at the ground, where the man had been tackled. His eyes were wide with anger, and as he struggled to get out of the securities grip, his eyes landed on yours. "Sit down."

The man was ultimately kicked out of the bar and was told never to come back. Lauren and yourself took a small break to compose yourself before getting back on the stage and playing more songs. Even though that gig was most likely the frightening gig you had ever played, and you were glad that you had that experience.