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Caitlyn was having the best night of her life. She also cannot believe that her bargaining actually worked and that Greyson herself escorted her down into the Lanes. Best not to look a gift horse in the mouth .
“-ut I haven’t seen the kids around, I can only hope they are behaving themselves, though, I have little doubt that Mylo’s already talked them into sneaking out again.” She turns back around from having scoped out the bar around her, taking it all in like a child watching the first snowfall. She turns to give the man before her, Vander, he said his name was, her full attention once again, though she doubts either of the adults noticed she wasn’t participating, distracted as they were with their own conversation.
She is big enough to admit that it frightened her a bit, the lights going out as suddenly as they did before a big spotlight is seen brightening up one of the corners of the bar. She can’t really see what’s going on quite yet, as her eyes are still adjusting to the drastic change in lighting, but she can hear Vander cursing some people out under his breath, only the name ‘Mylo’ ringing a bell as she just heard him talking about him.
Beside her, Greyson chuckles. “I’m guessing they haven’t snuck out then, Vander?”
“No, but I can guarantee you that this is probably going to end just as badly,” he grumbles, shuffling out of the booth to make his way towards the stage that Caitlyn can finally make out as her eyes adjust.
“Are they no longer allowed to play?” she asks, a curious look on her face. Caitlyn once again has no clue what either of them are talking about, and chooses to sit quietly for once to see how this plays out, her curiosity getting the better of her.
“Not after the latest stunt they pulled. I told them no stage privileges for a month, but I see Vi decided to disregard that and have a little fun. I’m also assuming, based on the lights, that she’s wrapped every one of them into it.” At this, Vander brings his hand up to his face, rubbing at his eyes in an exasperated way that Caitlyn has seen her own father use quite often.
Greyson hums thoughtfully before a smirk settles on her face. “You know, with how highly you speak of them, I’ve always wanted to see them play,” she flashes him a sly smile as she says this, and Caitlyn watches in amazement as this mountain of a man before her sighs heavily before sitting down once again, not even putting up a fight. I don’t know what I just witnessed, but I need to learn how to do that immediately. Her thoughts get cut off by a drumbeat, followed by, “Look out for yourself!”
I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows
For my mind to run around, with my ear up to the ground
I'm searching to behold the stories that are told
When my back is to the world that was smiling when I turned
There were two boys on stage, from what Caitlyn could see. The one sitting at the drumset was a stocky boy, wearing a pair of goggles over his eyes. The other was singing, holding a bass that looked way too heavy for him. Though Caitlyn thought he looked like one strong wind could knock him over, he was so skinny.
Tell you “You’re the greatest”
But once you turn, they hate us
Oh, the misery
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Spare the sympathy
Everybody wants to be my enemy, y, y, y y
She raises her eyebrows as she hears the boy go up a couple of octaves, then back down quickly, and turning in her seat, she sees Vander with his head in his hands, suddenly looking like he regretted allowing them to continue. Greyson, on the other hand, looked like she was greatly enjoying the music
Look out for yourself
My enemy, y, y, y, y
Look out for yourself
But I’m ready
Your words up on the wall
As you’re praying for my fall
And the laughter in the halls
And the names that I’ve been called
I stack it in my mind
And I’m waiting for the time
When I show you what it’s like
To be words spit in a mic
Tell you, “You’re the greatest”
But once you turn they hate us
Caitlyn noticed that the boy singing seemed to be looking straight at Vander as if daring him to say something. I’m starting to think the song is more than just them singing a fun tune. It seems like they don’t like the idea of Greyson and I being here.
Oh, the misery
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Spare the sympathy
Everybody wants to be my enemy, y, y, y, y
Look out for yourself
It’s at this point that Caitlyn sees a small boy with white hair leap onto the stage with his own beat-up little mic, bouncing around like he’s getting himself hyped, and Caitlyn can’t help but find him adorable.
My enemy y, y, y, y
Yeah
Look out for yourself
Uh, look, okay
I’m hoping that somebody pray for me
I’m praying that somebody hope for me
I’m staying where nobody ‘posed to be
P-p-posted, being a wreck of emotions
Ready to whenever, just let me know
The road is long, so put the pedal into the floor
The enemy’s on my trial, my energy unavailable
I’ma tell ‘em “Hasta luego”
They wanna plot on my trot to the top
I’ve been outta shape, thinkin’ out the box
I’m an astronaut, I blasted off of the planet rock
To cause catastrophe and it matters more because I had it
Not had I thought about wreaking havoc on an opposition, kinda shockin’
They want a static with precision, I’m automatic quarterback
I ain’t talking sacking pack it, pick it up, I don’t panic, better batter up
Who’s the baddest? It don’t matter ‘cause we at ya throat
Caitlyn felt her jaw drop as she watches this little boy hop back off the stage, with all the swag in the world, after rapping his part so fast she didn’t even understand what he was saying. Whipping her head around, she sees a similar expression on Greyson’s face and a small, almost proud smirk on Vanders.
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Spare the sympathy
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Oh, the misery
Everybody wants to be my enemy
Spare the sympathy
Everybody wants to be my enemy
I swear
Pray it away, I swear, I never be a saint, no way
My enemy
Pray it away, I swear, I never be a saint, no way
Look out for yourself
“That was amazing!” Caitlyn finds herself blurting out, after a good minute of silence from the table. Her comment seems to have snapped Greyson out of her daze, and she immediately turns to Vander.
“Where did your kids learn to perform like that?” she asks in wonderment.
Vander chuckles. “They didn’t really learn it anywhere, they just sort of all, fell into it. And if you think that’s amazing, you should hear Vi sing.” Now he is full-on wearing a proud, fatherly smile, crossing his arms as he leans back slightly in his booth.