The Tamer's New Groove Aug 7, 2019 22:57:57 GMT
Post by Leith, Veemon, and Shoutmon on Aug 7, 2019 22:57:57 GMT
"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do,"
Day 59. Status: Normal. The real kind of normal, that is, not the... weird kind. Not the kind where every other Tuesday entails super-powered aliens battling it out. Not the kind of normal where a guy just can't get five minutes of goddamned privacy. Definitely not the kind of normal where the entire world was traversible by train, and absolutely not the kind of normal where someone can wake up on one planet and go to bed on another. It was an adjustment, but 19-
Wait. Shit. I missed my birthday.
It was an adjustment, but 20-year-old Leith Crowther was settling into the new old normal, where ever other Tuesday entailed taking out the recycling, he spent his days alone except during incidental contact with the family, the train could get him comfortably across the city but not the continent, and Leith always woke up and went to bed in the same bed every night. It was monotonous, and it was calming, and it was mundane, and it was familiar. Heck, Leith didn't even have to completely give up music as his job.
He crescendo'd on his acoustic guitar whose case he wore on his back for the last chorus.
"No, I don't wanna fall in love,
No, I don't wanna fall in love,"
Where the high note had before been a soft falsetto, the last couple of lines would make it an angst-filled strong, rough note.
"No, I don't wanna fall in love,"
The last line had him reach for the highest note his range could reliably hit for the "I."
"No, I don't wanna fall in love with you."
Reasonably impressed applause. That was OK. Some people were used to him by now, and as for the rest... well, he wasn't such a legend without a full set piece band. "Thank you, everyone! Now we're gonna open up the stage for the karaoke portion of the night! It's first come, first served, so be quick on that selection!" After slinging his guitar case on his back, the long-haired caucasian man in jeans and a metal tee approached the man working behind the cafe's counter. It was hard to believe they let him work there dressing like that, but to be fair he was just going to let the man know his shift was over, so he was off the clock anyway. Besides, this basement cafe wasn't exactly a high-end establishment. Convenient, because after a night of waiting tables, he got to open the stage for the karaoke artists (that word used facetiously about half the time), then either go home or just hang out and have a good time. Tonight seemed like the time to do the latter, so he went and got right in line to pick a song once the supervisor cleared him.
He checked his watch during the wait. It wasn't going to be Day 59 for too much longer, but after a year of touring the world with his digital metal band, the occasional graveyard shift was a piece of cake. It still felt kind of weird to wear a watch there instead of a digivice, but he was still glad that thing was long gone.