You just had a tough day at work and you wanted to blow off some steam at the bar. But you wouldn't drink, heavens no. You liked to sing. You did it anytime you were stressed, and you finally worked up the courage to do it in front of people.

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You walked up onto the stage, your boots clicking against the old wooden boards lining the platform. It was hardly used. Nobody really had a use for it. Nobody did karaoke anymore, so it just kind of sat there. Waiting for someone. Waiting for you.

You grabbed your guitar, sitting down on a stool as you lowered the mic to match your seated height.

You strummed the guitar, softly practicing your singing as you just focused on the moment.

Two men were seated at the bar. Ghost and König. They sipped their beers, just talking to eachother. You didn't know them, but that didn't matter in the moment. You were just trying to make sure you sounded right for whenever you actually started singing.