The Light that Shines Within

The Open Mic

The arena was fully empty by the time I came back over and walked through the doors. Showing my pass to the people at the table once again and gaining entry. A few janitors were cleaning up the floors and emptying trashcans, but besides that I met no one along my way to the exclusive club at the back of the convention. The Open Mic Bar and Grill. A tradition started by some unknown guy a few years ago, this was the place to be tonight if you were anyone on the internet. And, seeing as I had been somebody and invited back this year I had clearance to be here, I knew practically everyone here. This was going to be a great night and I was ready to enjoy my time away from the boys. 

"Identification please, and invitation." 

I dug into my purse and pulled out my I.D along with Mark's card with his logo on it, this was my invitation to the club. The bouncer took these and looked me over quickly with a smile. "Your that one who does all the Bendy and music games right?" I nodded. "Yup. That's me, can I go in now please?" He nodded removing the red velvet rope blocking the door and moving aside.  I smiled and walked into the classy, laid back club that made me feel like I was back in the 40's when jazz clubs looked like this. Low lighting, circular tables with one candle in the middle, dark bar in the corner and the stage coming out from the wall, an old mic at the end of the stage. To me this was nostalgic, a trip to a time most forgot. I headed for the bar and ordered a drink, sitting at a stool and moving my foot to the beat of the band playing in the corner. Knowing everyone here I knew who our M.C would be. And as soon as my drink came the band had finished thier jazz number, a man walking out to the mic dressed in full on suit tie from the perioid. Mr. Joey Graceffa came to the mic and tapped a few times to make sure it was on. His hair was classically done and it was sort of a shame in my eyes he wasn't straight, Joey was cute in my eyes. "Is this thing on?" He tapped it again and the mic began to sound off his taps, he stopped and smiled at the crowd. "Hey guys and gals, and welcome to yet another Open Mic Night!" He exclaimed and the crowd clapped. 

"Lets get this party started huh?"

Joey grinned and struck a pose. Then looking among the crowd for someone to speak up and go first. Soon enough Sean, also known as Jackesepticeye took the stage and began telling jokes which brought down the house. I began to relax more, drinking my wine and singing along when people sang. A dark haired man sat next to me somewhere along the way but at the time I had paid no notice. I decided to go and wait until Joey was done talking about the last act to make my way up. "So, who's next?!" Joey asked rather enthusiastically and I rose my hand high. "I'll go Joey!" I called and the man looked my way. "Cassandra Smith, long time no see girlfriend! Come, come!" He waved towards himself with his hand beckoning me forward to him and the stage. I climbed up the stairs and told the band which song to play. Jar of hearts, by Christina Peri. A personal favorite and well suited for my growing feelings right now. My voice taking me away from here and singing more to myself than the crowd before me. 

"I know I can't take one more step towards you,
‘Cause all that's waiting is regret." I started off the song thinking about Loki and how he wouldn't even look at me these days...

"Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore? You lost the love I loved the most.." I looked around at the crowd, unseeing and losing myself in my thoughts...

"I've learned to live, half alive ...." My being a vampire cane to mind and I looked sorrowfully at my shoes, a whole montage of my life consisted in this one, sad song...

"And now you want me one more time....." I began the chorus and lost myself compketly to the song and sang as I once had in The Silver Spoon, not caring and not noticing who was watching me at this moment, for in this moment....I was free.....

"Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts. 
And tearing love apart
Your gonna catch a cold. 
From the ice inside your soul.
So don't come back for me.
"Who do you think you are?" I began to pace the stage, taking the mic off its stand and singing as if I was talking to the many people this was meant for. Angerly, sadly, heartfelt and heartbroken as I had been by these people.....