Miracle Man |[:]| Oliver Tree

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Hello, I am obsessed with Oliver and I created this. ***Oliver, if for some fucked reason you ever see this (which I really fucking hope you don't) I'm not sorry HA!
*If you notice any typos please let me know, I tend to write this when my eyes are half closed lol
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Sometimes the sky clouds over and turns a dark gray, replicating the darkness I felt in my own mind. On days like that I let it flow freely, sometimes the sun would come out and part those damn clouds in my mind. Today though, as I drug my body down the street, the sky threatened rain.

I pulled the door open to a popular family owned restaurant. Bowers Home Town Hut. Normally I'd never set foot through this door but I have things I have to do, plans that require action and this, this is just step one.

I approached Lyia Bower, co owner of the restaurant. She was a kind lady, had two boys still in school, he hair went just to her shoulders and she always wore some type of headwear, whether it was a bow, head band, or hairpin. Today she chose a bow.

"Hi Mrs. Bowers, how is your day going?" I greeted her, giving her my best off white smile I could.

Her face lit up, she was most definitely an extrovert.

"It's been nice so far, what brings you in?"

I pulled myself together ready to put step one into action.

"I was wondering if you guys have ever considered having live musicians play here sometimes?"

Her smile only grew.

"Yes, Robert and I have discussed it."

I nodded, taking a deep breath and getting ready to throw it all out there.

"I've been practicing music for about a year now and I know a few songs so if you're ever in need, I'm here." I said feeling myself move around in a slightly awkward fashion, I had never been very good with asking people for things, or for being a live musician for someone.

"That's absolutely lovely darling. What's your name again?" She asked sheepishly.

"Sakaya."

"That's a lovely name. I'll let Robert know, what's your phone number?"

After I gave her my number and discussed things further, our conversation finished and I was able to leave. I headed out the door and back down the street. My body tingling with nerves and excitement. I was actually doing this. Although she did say an audition would be necessary.

"Hey look out!"

I quickly turned to see a guy speeding towards me on a red scooter. I realized the voice came from him and quickly jumped back against the building as he sped by me, a whirlwind of color, only to slam into a newspaper dispenser. The sound was loud and it sounded painful but it was definitely entertaining. I covered my mouth so he couldn't see me smiling slightly.

He hung over the thing, groaning as I approached him. His scooter laid beside the box, it was covered in scuffs and dents.

"You do this often?" I ask as I bend down to pick up the scooter by the handle.

He makes no effort to get off of the box, instead he turns his head slightly to see me better, his hair in his face so I can barely see his eyes.

"Damage newspaper dispensers? Not usually. Let loose with reckless abandon? Yes."  He then coughs before standing up, just a bit taller than me, which puts him at being short. That wasn't what I noticed first though, it was the weird bowl cut. I felt my eyebrows raise in confusion. This motherfucker was something else.