<div class="floatleft">(https://images.networthlist.org/images/42/lasse-lokken-matberg-9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>August Nyberg  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=318995.msg15362836#msg15362836)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Auggie<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This  (https://www.getlowered.com/product_images/uploaded_images/icon-merc-battlescar-jacket-2.jpg) then the photo when he walks into the bar.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rujio's<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The gals<br/><strong>Content:</strong>hanging with the girls! Singing on stage<br/><br/><hr/><br/>An old man, echoing from a microphone, displayed that tonight's lucky guest could hear each other for the annual half of margaritas and karaoke. Auggie chuckled as the people began to line up to put their names on the sheet.<br/><br/>August looked around at the small group of friends chatting like life never held them apart. It was good to see everyone had grown into wonderful people doing what they needed to survive in the world took him back to Feria.  Times seemed simpler there. Missions were set forth, kill bad guys, save the world. Simple and easy as that.  Yet the real world made little work of your hopes and dreams, even taking opportunities to destroy your self asteem at every turn.<br/><br/>He sipped his drink, it had been a bit since they had arrived and now the table held drinks and snacks alike.  He had switched from the hard apple ale to something darker, a guiness.  His eyes sank a bit as he continued to remember the good times when they were kids.  Life recently wasn't that great. His head was in a dark place.  He almost didn't even show tonight to meet his longest friends. He was working on that customers bike, debating life as music blared to try and drown out the thoughts racing through his skull.<br/><br/>It wasn't until that text came through that a spark seemed to hit him.  The girls replied that they'd be there, even she replied yes.  He was apprehensive again as he'd never let her know how he felt, a feeling that had stuck with him since feria.  Yet as he was about to put his phone down, Nazrysk's voice echoed in his head calling him out on his cowardice, so he conceeded and excepted.<br/><br/>The sound of an awful lady singing brought him back to reality and he looked back up to his friends.<em>'Maybe you should stop being a coward'</em>Naz's voice hit him again.  He would never tell them his thoughts, he would never tell her his thoughts.  However, maybe he could sing them? Standing he excused himself with a joke.  "The ladies room calls!" He spoke loudly over the horrid singing lady.<br/><br/>He did go to relieve himself, yet as he returned he swung by and put his name down on the sheet.  He returned to the table without anyone noticing, without her noticing at least. He would never tell "her" anything about his feelings.  He respected and valued their friendship way to much.  He felt that way about all of them.<br/><br/>As he finished his beer and ordered another one from the waitress, his name echoed on the mic, he was sure the girls would be shocked. He made no attempt to look at them as he stood, his hands shaking and heart racing.  "What are you doing?" He muttered softly as he made his way to the small area the bar called a stage.<br/><br/>Retrieving the microphone he finally looked at the girls and smiled.  A huff escaped him as tried to relax.  "Well here goes nothing" he spoke softly as the music slowly started behind him.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> The Actual Song</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://youtu.be/8rcWXaRMzK0<br/><br/></div></div><br/>Keep my past so close that I forgot it's gone<br/>Made a home for everything that I've done wrong<br/>Traded love for feeling like I don't belong<br/>It's been killing me, killing me, killing me<br/>And it's holding on<br/><br/>I don't let go<br/>Cause I don't know<br/>Who I'd be without this pain<br/>The thought of healing<br/>Is unappealing<br/>To the voice inside my brain<br/>I've been broken<br/>Cut wide open<br/>But I won't take that from you<br/>No one fucks with me<br/><br/>No one fucks with me like I do<br/>No one fucks with me like I do<br/>And after everything I've been through<br/>No one fucks with me like I do<br/><br/>We both know there's no easy way out of this<br/>Even sticks and stones<br/>Won't kill a masochist<br/>I stick my own knife in me<br/>Just to add a twist<br/>And throw another low blow in the mix<br/><br/><br/>The words seemed to flow through him, almost as he ignored the world around him, the liquid courage helped him speak, yet he couldn't even imagine he was actually doing this.<br/><br/>The lyrics continued on (will continue in next post)<br/>