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Raise Your Voice (KaiMasun and Skylar23

KaiMasun

KaiMasun

Planetoid
Joined
May 29, 2011
Location
Eastern USA
Zachery stretched a little, another night in paradise...

The bar wasn't cramped but it was clean. A classic Tiki design right down to the bamboo shafts running along the bottom half of the wall all the way around the decently sized watering hole. In the back area, behind highly glossed counter dividers, three used pool tables with the local crowd gathering to shoot the breeze and some pool. Tile lined the floor aside from the sort of small wooden dance area. The bathroom off to the sides, clearly labeled for who they should have in them. The bar was stocked, two great workers and two bar-backs busy fixing and filling orders. And up on a small stage that was elevated maybe about eight inches from the floor, was the KJ Zack Attack. The flat screen TV's now had a nifty word art of his services as people started to drip into the gathering place.

The equipment was decent enough, double checking all the plugs and wiring. Setting out the two thick binders full of laminated paper containing the multitude of songs he had logged on his laptop, arranging by category and artist of course! he took a few requests from the regulars, lining up the play list and the names of the people who were meant to sing those songs on his nifty program as friend helped him design.

Scratching behind on of his ears, those dazzling blue eyes looked over the dimply lit space. A chesire grin on his canine features, soft golden fur coated his muscular frame, a necklace hung close to his neck with a male symbol dangling from it. Wearing a neatly fitted tank top and some slightly baggy jeans with his common Reef flip flips on. It was summer time, less clothes and more business. Well, at least until Summer Semester classes started. He was the classic laid-back kinda guy, easy going but intelligent too. Truly a canine anthro that most of... well everyone he ever met, liked and got along with. "Welcome Ladies and Gentleman to Calypso Bay! I'm your host KJ for the night, Zack Attack! Let's say we get this party started! Up first, Donna singing 'Stupid Girls' by Pink!" handing his good mic off to a stocky, middle aged woman that always came here for Karaoke Night.
 
Noah managed to slip in among the crowd, fairly new to the whole place. He looked around the Tiki-styled decorations and in all honesty, found himself smiling for once. He quietly made his way to a pool table, standing among the outer edgings of a crowd playing pool. His eyes roamed over the billiards table gently as furs and humans alike played the game. It was a neat little world they lived in; so many mixed cultures and so much variety.

For instance, the tiki theme of the club.

Noah wasn't a drinker, so he decided to edge away a little from the bar. Hearing a male voice over the speakers, he looked up from his amble roaming and noticed they were doing karaoke. His eyes almost looked up at that stage with longing. He knew he had a good voice; he sung to himself occasionally when he was alone in his dorm. But something like this? This was different alltogether. He cleared his throat as the woman started singing. She was actually pretty good with her vocals; and so he guessed she was a regular here.

Now, Noah had a whole arsenal of music crammed into his head, but he had one in particular. Finding a croud that was more dense than the rest, he guessed this was the line for the karaoke, if there was one at all. He knew the song he planned on singing quite well. His lithe body was almost hidden in the crowd, slightly tanned skin making him even less obvious. His dark green, striking eyes gazed over the stage as he watched the woman song, feeling butterflies in his stomach. Well, it was now or never.

...sometimes, he wished he had chosen 'never'.
 
Donna was pretty good, she always sang the same song, so she was pretty much perfect at it. Zach always enjoyed her singing, taking a few more requests as the crowd shifted and moved around his set-up. Not everyone would get to sing, some where too drunk already to even find a song.

Those calm blue eyes scanned the crowd to see how the mood was tonight. In the crowd, there stood a regular human being, nothing overly spectacular aside from those deep green eyes. Zack tossed him one of those classic smiles before looking down to his books as a skinny little feline chick leaned over the table suggestively, her slim tail flicking as her low cut shirt just seemed to... not do anything to Zack. He nodded and took her name down and the song she wanted to sing, a bat of her eyelashes went unnoticed til she huffed and flounced away. Zack looked after her fleeting figure and scoffed very softly to himself. People were dancing around or shuffling to the music as another person got on after Donna.

He leaned against the wall and watched the words turn a different color for the shaky voiced woman to follow. Some people should never have a microphone in their hands, he thought to himself, humming along to drown out the off key singer.
 
Noah watched him toss off the girl trying to be a bit suggestive with actually a slight interest. Is he...? He tossed off the thought, quickly, know how his father would react if he even found out if he was here. Probably, he'd throw a fit. But he didn't live with his dad anymore, so why would it matter really? Because I don't want to dissapoint him, Noah reminded himself. He hears the off key singer and cringed. She really wasn't all that good, but that was the point of karaoke. At least she was brave enough to get up there.

After she had finished, Noah found himself handing over his request with nothing more than a small smile out the corner of his mouth and a quick glance up his eyes. He nearly found himself lost, instantly, but shook it off. He took the offered mic and for up onto the stage, listening to the title being announced. The Kill by 30 Seconds to Mars. A good song in his opinion (for every man his own opinion, though); and he knew it quite well. He felt himself shifting his weight on his feet a little, bootcut black jeans shifting slightly. He heard the song start and closed his eyes.

No need to look at the screen..

He took a breath away from the mic before starting.
"What if I wanted to break?
Laugh it all off in your face.
What would you do?

What if I fell to the floor?
Couldn't take this anymore.
What would you do? Do? Do?

Come! Break! Me! Down!
Bury me, bury me
I am finished, with you!

What I wanted to fight?
Beg for the rest of my life.
What would you do?

You said you wanted more.
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you, from you..."

And the song went on for a few more minutes, Noah singing it perfectly; no problem. Not a single part off key, really. He smiled and finally opened his eyes as the song ended.

(If you want the rest of the lyrics, go to YouTube if you've never heard the song.)
 
It was a common occurrence, those barely dressed girls throwing themselves at him like Mardi Gras beads. It never really got to him, but he never really reacted either. Giddy little light0weight drinkers who thought it was cute to stumble around and fall over guys, Zack really only had to laugh at them. One of the bar backs brought him over a bottle of soda with a screw cap, they treated him nice here because this night would be slow is he didn't drag his equipment in and set-up every week.

He took the request of the green-eyed guy, not trying to obviously stare at him, but hey, that was his thing. He one chance to check out men and secretly hope they didn't like those flouncy, easy chicks. When the mic was handed over to the guy, Zack was impressed, dude has a set of pipes, was his thought.

When the song ended, the mic was handed back. Zack had to slip in a chance to compliment him and put the thought into his head, "Nice pipes... you could become a favorite here..." Only a second passed between their intense eye contact, Zack held that emerald gaze as long as he could before the next singer strutted up to the bar. Some busty little Barbie looking woman that tried a little too hard to look cute, she rubbed up against the guy that just sang. "Oh honey, you're singing got me all hot..." Zack watched on as she got a little too close to the green eyed guy he was casually flirting with. "Come on Abby, sing your song cause I got a lot of voices to hear to tonight..." Zack cut her violation of personal space short.
 
Noah handed back the mic with a smile, catching his gaze. "Thanks. Never sung in public, only to myself... I'm actually shocked I can sing at all," he said, being fairly modest. Noah was a humble guy, he wasn't one to go around and brag. Well, his family was, but not him. They could take their lives and go; Noah would make one for himself. Mainly, that's why his father disliked Noah. Noah didn't take the opportunities his father gave him; instead making ones for himself. Something that should make a parent proud, not peeve one off.

He listened to the girl speak, but seriously just brushed her off. He acted as if he hadn't heard her, walking right on past and ignoring her. Finding a girl? That was what his DAD wanted him to do. Not himself. Noah was quite capable of being his own person; his father just wouldn't let go. He walked off the stage; but he stuck around at the club. Something about that guy just gave him that spark of interested curiosity. He... he was watching me, was his only though, smiling to himself softly. He leaned against a wall and waited it out.

Noah found himself getting fairly tired after an hour or so of karaoke. Some had been good, most werent so good. But he still had a few more singers to go. So he grabbed a soda over at the bar, going back to his spot on the wall. A red, classic bottle; a classic Coca Cola bottle. He popped off the lid with his teeth, pocketing the cap. He took a gulp of the soda and felt the caffeine shoot through his veins, keeping him awake.
 
Rubbing his face as the night wore on, there were very few good singers tonight. His mind drifted back to the young man with green eyes and their exchange of words. His tail flicked, remembering the sound of his voice singing...

"First time eh? Wow, I wouldn't have guessed it actually, you're good..." His blue eyes flicking over his face. He didn't scour his body, no, he was drawn into the home-town charm and those eyes. Zack swore he was gonna be haunted by those eyes tonight. He was humble about it too, Zack wasn't ever THAT obvious about his orientation either. So he wondered about this new guy now...

Blinking some, looking at the screen as Donna came back onto the mic. Ahh, what a relief, someone else who can sing good. He leaned back against the wall, casually looking past the colored lights to see a few couples grinding against one another as Donna sang a popular love song. Over on the wall, just past the lights, he saw a figure. Was that him? Zack couldn't really tell because of the lighting, along gaze held at the lone figure on the wall before a few bouncers rushed to break up a fight before it got out of control. Stupid pool bets and drunk guys never work out together. He watched two girls dance together and giggle, by their body language, they were doing it to look cute and get attention, not because they actually had it in them to be that brave. Another low scoff was given as he collected the mic from Donna and thanked her deeply from his heart. Handing it off to a young man dressed in black, the whole make-up goth kinda black get-up. Of course a grungy, screamo song raged over his high end speakers. This kid better be good...
 
Noah watches the familiar Donna come back up onto the stage, smiling softy. Well, as a newcomer, he still already knew that she could sing well. From her double appearance, he confirmed his hunch that she was a fairly popular regular. He watched reactions burst out among the crowds, seeing couples grind against each other. He folded his arms over his chest, not caring much. It didn't apply to him. His gaze shifted back to Donna as she sung, a grin returning to his face. She was pretty good, at least. His attention was caught by the fights being broken up by bouncers, and he just shook his head. "Drunks, the lot of 'em," he murmured to himself. He took another gulp of his Coke.

Of course, everything changes when goth-kid stepped onto the stage. Noah shook his head softly. Sure, screamo and metal was okay in his book. He would listen to it. But lets just say when you do it badly, you're going to ask someone to cut your ears off. It isn't a good sounding sensation. Even shaky-voice from earlier would sound professional compared to this if goth-kid didn't do well. Noah sighed, ready for the worst.

And you know, he wasn't half bad. His breaths were a little more audible at times, which threw it off beat for a split second between some verses, but otherwise? The goth was pretty good at this. No wonder he dressed as such. Of course, screamo was much easier than regular singing. All you has to do was clench your stomach like your constipated and scream the words out. It hurt like Hell though afterwards on your throat, and it was no surprise to Noah seeing goth rush to the bar afterwards for something to soothe his throat-pains.

It was getting fairly late by now; some people began to leave.
 
Well Zack wasn't impressed with the kid at all, smirking as he raced off to get something for his throat. The place was winding down, people were stumbling around, guys were getting testy and girls were getting whiny about everything. He took a few last requests and had to have the bouncers escort a few drunks away from thousands of dollar worth of breakable equipment. Liability issues would ensue if they knocked stuff over and broke it.

He began to pack up as the night wore on, it made the task of loading his van up a lot easier. As the light went up, he picked up the mic and said, "Last call everyone, thirty minutes till thy kick you out!" His tone playful and light, even though it was very late. He was able to scan the crowd now, a small bit of hope hung on his shoulders as he looked for that green eyed singer from earlier.

People started to pay their tabs and thin out, he hefted one of the locked equipment boxes into his arms and heading to the side door where his van waited just outside. The fresh night air smelled much better than the smoky, alcohol and sweat infested air.
 
Noah stayed as late as he could; not having much to go back to, anyways. Sure, he had some orthopedic dictations to make for the MD he worked under, but those wouldn't take long. Besides, his roommate was off somewhere with his family on a summer vacation. He would be back in time for summer classes though. And his roommate wasn't the brightest of kids.

His green eyes looked up as he announced the half hour mark, seeing him pack up his stuff. Noticing his hands full and the fact that he was walking towards a door, he smiled a little and walked over. "Here, allow me," he said,opening the door for the canine with his hands already full. He held it open and watched him place his stuff into the van, smiling softly.

"So I guess you work here?" Noah asked suddenly, curious. If he did, and with his singing, he was sure to come back, not only for the karaoke though. "Ah, I'm Noah, by the way. I don't believe I got the chance to mention that earlier, eh?" The boy smirked out of the corner of his mouth, brushing some hair out of his face with one hand before refocusing on Zack.
 
Zack shifted the heavy silver box, only to be greeted by those green eyes. He grinned cooly, "Thanks..." Unlocking his van and opening the back to set the box inside. It was one of those econo-vans. He used it solely for his KJ stuff, it was black with lime green lettering with his number and services on both sides and the back. Thankfully he was able to get into a place that had a locked area for vehicles, plus he brought everything inside his small apartment at the end of a gig anyways.

"Yea... I'm here every week, now that it's summer, I'll be back on Monday nights too... just to keep business up..." That cool smile offered to the green eyed guy, "You sang earlier tonight... kinda wished you would have sang again... you're good, even Donna was impressed, she was the first singer up tonight..."

He straightened up, so that charming human had a name, "Nice to meet you Noah... I'm Zachery... or Zack..." Holding out his soft furry hand to Noah, that name he'd remember...
 
Noah smiled and took the hand gratefully, giving it a shake before letting his fall back to his side. It crawled back into his pocket as he smiled. "Thanks Zack," he said, preferring shorter names. They were much easier to remember, though he figured he wouldn't have trouble remembering his full name; either.

"Was I really? I haven't sung much." He shrugged. "I guess it just comes naturally to me. I've gotta be good at something, eh?" He grinned and let off a small chuckle before refocusing on those deep blue eyes. "Was she really? Interesting. I suppose she's a regular around here then? I guess thy just confirms that I am really that good." He wasn't about to go telling everyone though. It was a natural thing for him, he didn't work hard to achieve it. Therefore, he had zero bragging rights. Not that he would if he could.

"Well, I'll guess I'll be coming here more often then," he said, nodding to himself. "Just as long as medical work doesn't nip me in the rear and finally catch up with my schedule, I should be fine. Not like I have much better to do," he said jokingly.
 
"Donna pretty much follows me around, her kids are all grown and don't live around here... we live in the same apartment complex too, she's a peach!" He grinned, "She loves to sing, been doing it all her life..." His grin was aimed at Noah, stealing a few glances at his full physique when he could without being obvious. "For Donna to say you're good, you're good!" He moved towards the side entrance door, he still needed to finish breaking everything down. Motioning for Noah to follow him in, the partied-hard smelling bar greeted them when they went inside.

"You're more than welcome to come here... I can even get you in without any cover charges if you want..." He listened to Noah as well, "Medical work eh? Are you a Doctor or something?" As he packed up some more wires into lime green milk crates. Rolling them and tying them off perfectly, he'd been doing this for a while by the looks of his fluid motions. He had to admit, Noah was a pretty cool guy, secretly hoping he'd show up more. "...and I'll put you on the list every night when I see you come in..."
 
Noah smiled softly. "You can really get me in and all? Well, if isn't too much of a bother to you, then yeah, that'd be great," he replied happily. "Medical work; but not a doctor yet. I'm still a med student. I work under a MD for experience hours, but he can get a tad annoying. I live with it though." The human male shrugged. "I usually just dictate some medical notes. Notes and records for patients. His paperwork and filing. Occasionally he'll let me take care of patients, but that's rare."

It was obvious by how quickly he was getting all the miscellaneous wires rolled and packed that he had done it many times before, s he had to have been working here for a while. Noah nodded as the other spoke. "Wow... that'd be really nice of you, Zack," he said, fighting back a soft blush. Luckily, this time, willpower prevailed, stopping the rosy discoloring from showing up. Is je really doing all this just for my singing? Certainly not...
 
He chuckled, "Of course I can get you in! I wouldn't have offered if I couldn't..." That signature smile moved across his lips, flirty and sexy with a dash of charm. I defiantly want to see him around some more, he thought to himself.

Stacking a few milk crates, he picked them up and headed for the side door again, Noah was more than welcome to follow him outside. "Sounds like my Ethics teacher... someone you take with a grain of salt and a shot of tequila when you get home..." Laughing heartily in the back of his throat as he loaded the crates into the back of the van. "That's cool that you're a Med student though, I bet that's tough!" Most of his hopes that Noah would even be interested flew out the window, the students at the Med school weren't the guy to venture too far off the beaten path, then again, Zack did JUST meet Noah.

Looking over at him as he shut the van doors, a faint longing in his eyes as he moved towards Noah. But a friendly, neutral move was made, simply clapping his hand on the human's shoulder, his touch was rough or hard, but not soft either. "You're a great singer and people love hearing great singers!" Smiling at him as he turned to head back towards the bar to finish packing in the last few pieces.
 
(Shh! I found wifi. I'm not here >_>)

Noah shrugged. "Tough?" He shifted his hands into his pockets and smiled softly. "Nah. Long as I keep up with my work, I'm good. I mean, sure, it's challenging for some. Medicine just is something I understand easily." He really saw that as making him a bit of a geek, if that was possible. But he didn't think what others thought of him.

Unless that other was his dad.

He smirked as the hand clamped over his shoulder, nodding. "Yeah. I bet they do; I seriously doubt anyone would enjoy a bad singer." He chuckled softly, sweeping some hair out of his face as he passed into the club again, pungent smells hitting his nostrils. He didn't cringe though, it was acceptable enough. Though it was bitter, it was bearable. "So I guess your almost done? Hmm. Too bad. Guess I'll see you... tomorrow then?" He smiled to the canine, dark green eyes glinting slightly.
 
( I didn't see you <.< )

"Well I'm sure it's a lot of remembering stuff so you don't cut the wrong vein..." He grinned towards Noah as he packed away the last of his gear. The speakers stayed here, they belonged to the bar; of course he had his own for private parties. Dusting his hands some, he nodded, "Yea, I'm pretty much done, it doesn't take me long to pack up..." Standing straight, his blue eyes still showing his inner smile. "I'm here tomorrow and I'd like to see you again, so would Donna..." Laughing lightly.

Truthfully, he hoped Noah would come, he wanted to see him again. Those green eyes would tease him in his dreams tonight. Running his hand through his short hair on the top of his head, it had been a long day for him. "Well Noah.. guess I better head out before the bouncers start complaining about being here later than they wanna be..." He hesitated some, he wanted to ask Noah for his number, but he didn't want to seem pushy or too easy.
 
(It's good to be home.)

Noah smirked and rubbed his shoulder. "Ah, no, I don't think a blood fountain is a normal part of any office." He chuckled and nodded his head. Funny he had mentioned it; there HAD been an incident like such not too long ago. Funny against the guy who did it, but not so funny for the wolf it had been done to.

Or the doctor who ended up with claw marks on his face.

Noah could feel a twinge of invisible disappointment smack his conscious mind as Zack mentioned leaving. Although he would prefer to just talk about all night, he knew that they (and the bouncers) had a life to get to. So, yes; he understood. "Well, yeah. I'll be back tomorrow then for sure. You want to keep in touch, Zack?" he asked, looking up at the other.
 
(welcome back ^.^ )

Zack winced at the mention of a blood fountain. "I don't think I could handle something like that... it takes guts and a strong stomach..." Already he had an admiration for Noah.

He didn't want to leave either, he was enjoying talking to Noah and just being in his company. Those sparkling blue eyes seemed to light up when Noah suggested keeping in touch. He almost got giddy and excited about that, but he kept his cool and slid his phone from his pocket. "Sure... I can tell you where I'm playing so you can show some of these 'singers'..." His fingers did the quote on quote motion, "... how it's really done..." He pulled up a new entry in his contact list, "So what's your number?" He was trying so hard to play it cool, being able to contact Noah outside of the karaoke bar scene was more than he had hoped for tonight.
 
Since the author of this post could not think of a random enough phone number, said author is simply stating that Noah gave the canine his number. "Just text me later; I'll add you when you do. Just make sure you put your name somewhere in there so I know its you, Zack," he said. The human was indeed quite glad that this whole friendship thing was working greatly. Better than he had hoped, actually.

If one paid close attention, you could notice a light rosy discoloring of his cheeks; signaling, in general, a blush. "Well, good night Zack. I suppose neither of us would enjoy waking up tired, no?" He made a small wave and a sheepish smile before leaving. Pace slow, he cast one last look at the other as he left, catching those eyes in his memory before walking out to his car.
----

Noah reloaded his gun before diving behind cover, barely evading another smiled shot. He popped from his cover before shooting again, making the enemy off with a single headshot. Smirking, he stood and-
Riiiinnng. Riiiiiiing.
Noah groaned, pausing his game to answer the phone. After five minutes of his MD's discussions, he turned off the Xbox and went back to notes and dictations for awhile. He laid back against the couch, speaking into the recording device.

{whoops- btw, that ----- means i timewarped to morning. sorry for not puttin' that in there.}
 
Well trying to keep his hands from shaking was harder than thought as Noah articulated his number to him. He saved it and slide the phone back into his pocket. He had Noah's number, this night was officially awesome!

"Yea, don't wanna keep you up..." He managed to say, thankfully his fur hid his blush. But he saw Noah's; watching the human with those amazing green eyes walk away slowly. Even giving a little wave when he turned around for one last glance.

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After Noah left, Zack packed up his van and started the drive home. Stopping by a 24 hour drive-thru for some grub. He parked the van in the secure lot and just left everything in there, he wasn't in a seedy part of town so he didn't worry that much. Sipping at his soda as he walked up a few flights of stairs and got into his apartment. It wasn't overly fancy, but it was neat and simply decorated. Not really a bachelor pad per-say. Flopping onto the couch as he groaned. Flipping on the late night news and getting his burger and fries out to eat.

He looked at his phone several times, wanting to text Noah. Biting his lip gently, he picked up his phone, tapping on the keys: "Hey Noah, it's Zack (the karaoke guy)! I was wonderin if u'd do a duet w/ Donna? She would totally love that!" He hovered his finger over the send button for a long moment, then just pressed it. The message sent and he relaxed against the comfortable couch. Those blue eyes closed; a full belly, a full bank account and a full hope Noah would be in his life more.
 
Noah had his eyes closed by now, doing dictations off of memory of yesterday's accounts. "...Rigel, Paul has a torn ACL, left-" He clicked the stop button as soon as he heard a vibration (or rather, felt) emanate from his pocket. Putting down the paused recording, he replaced the empty space in his hand with his phone. After reading the text, he replied fairly quickly.

"Sure. What song? Need to learn it/ look at it b4 tonight."

He sent the message with an inaudible click from his phone's keyboard, smiling softly. He then forgot his laziness and added Zack's number as a contact, before replacing the phone in his pocket and restarting the dictation where he had left off. Forgetful now, he read off his papers instead.
 
His eyes had closed as the wireless communication system did it's thing. Falling into a light sleep,his chest rose and fell evenly. It had been a long day for him. He imagined Noah right there with him as he slowly slipped into deeper sleep. The tone of his phone startled him awake, a high pitch repetitive tone was rather obnoxious at the moment. Grumbling some as he opened his phone, but when he saw it was Noah's reply, his grumpy mood was instantly lifted.

Because the author doesn't quite know the other author's taste in music, Zack is simply sent a text back with a song that the other author is going to have to choose on their own. In that text he also typed, "I'm off 2 shower then bed, nite Noah!" Almost slipping up and putting 'xoxo' in that text as well. "Man I'm too tired for this..." He groaned and forced himself to get up.

Shuffling to the clean bathroom, he simply showered. Nothing fancy about it, just lathering up his furry body from head to toe and rinsing off. His muscular body more defined when his fur was matted to him with water. Rinsing off, he turned the warm water off and got out. Using a large, fluffy towel, he dried himself off and headed to his bedroom.

Since he lived alone, there was no need to dress for bed. He just flopped onto the unmade bed, flung the covers over his naked body and tucked his arms under his pillow. More comfortable sleeping on his stomach, his face nuzzled into his pillow; phone charging on the night stand beside his bed; Zack finally went to bed.
 
"Alright. I'll bring 2 or 3 n ask Donna tomorrow. Nite!"

Noah shut his phone, silencing it before lying it to charge. He turned off his games and finished the last few pages of dictations before giving his neck a good crack; 'ah'ing softly at the less sore sensation. He went over and plopped himself into bed, curling up into his sheets. He laid his head on his pillow, the side of his head to be exact; and fell asleep straight there.

•••••••
Morning came annoyingly quick. Noah groaned and batted aimlessly and blindly at the air as his alarm clock went off before finding the source. He hit 'SNOOZE' and stood, stretching. After quickly showering, basking a little too long in the hot water, he found himself rushing to pull on his clothes. Nabbing his car and driving quickly to the hospital was a daily and easy task for him, so he wasted no time in that.

It was a fairly average day. Busy, lots of patients, exaggerated complaints, nosy seniors, annoying patients, the usual. He took all of them with the same patience though. At least, the one's his MD didn't do personally. Which was most today for whatever reason. He skipped lunch, another usual; he didnt ever eat much anyways. Instead he just ate a granola bar while taking some notes.

Quite honestly, he was nervous for tonight. He had a few songs written down, but no clue which to pick. Hopefully Donna could help him with that. The thought of the club made him smile as he pulled on some better clothes, now home from work. He casually strolled back down to his car. Noah was now dressed in black jeans, a dark grey hoodie and a white t-shirt beneath that; the neutral colors really contrasting his eyes and matching his dark hair.

But hey, it wasnt intentional.

Noah walked up to the entrance, hesitating for a moment. What if he forgot? What if he really doesn't care? He swallowed the thought down and walked up to the bouncer outside. "Uhm... Noah? I should be on the list. Though I don't think Zachary got my last name."
 
The couldn't move fast enough for Zack, he even showed up a little earlier than normal to set up his equipment. Donna was just getting off work, "Wow honey, you're here rather early tonight..." She worked the restaurant part of the bar, with the kids gone and her husband gone, she was lonely. So she worked part time and followed Zack around in his karaoke business.

Looking up at the stout, older woman, he smiled at her tender face. "Well um... we sort of have a special performer tonight... that guy from last night that you liked, I asked him to come and sing tonight... he's gonna ask you about some songs..."

The older woman smiled knowingly, "Oh you know I'll help him pick something out that's just right..." A twinkle in her eye as her younger friend set-up his investment pieces perfectly.

The bouncer stared down at him, a burly man with muscles and that dead stare that made you gulp. "Yea you're on the list, Zack made sure of it. Go on in..." The groans of the others in line were heard as Noah was let inside the club. A sharp snap of his gaze and the groaning stopped instantly.

Looking at his watch, he sighed, "He should be here soon... I hope..." What if he was just too hopeful? No one like that would be interested in him, but it never hurt to try...
 
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