ππΆππππΎππ πΉπππ·ππ (brightlight) wrote in irreparable,
At least the pub wasn't so crowded that an audience was distracting. Stephen was able to serenade the young blonde girl beside him in relative privacy. Sorta. Others started to clap when the song came to a close, and Stephen stood from the bench to wave around the room. His ears were a little pink and he was grinning shyly.
He sat back down after a moment and cleared his throat. "I hope you don't mind Elton John." He said, softly. "...do you want to go, or do you want to buy another song?" He asked with a grin.