You sing on the small stage, the chatter of the people heard as your voice fills the room. All sorts of people are in the bar, and as you sing, your eyes lock with the bartenders.

People seem to be swaying along with the soft rhythm you sing, appreciating the music that you were producing.

The bartender, Isaiah kept his eyes in yours, a small smile on his face as his head rested on his palm, watching you intently.