Just Rigby. (troubador) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-10-17 09:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-18, helena |
Completely colorblind, these red lights are going unseen
Who: Rigby and Helena
Where: An open mic night!
When: Evening
Rigby was cold. Even in his head, he knew he was being somewhat ridiculous, since it was only September and he knew Michigan would get colder than this, by the time winter finally settled in. But there was still Southern blood in his veins and everything told him to bundle up - which explained why he was the only one wearing a long sleeved tee under his flannel shirt, a beanie, and fingerless gloves along with his jeans and boots. More than once, a passerby thought he might be more apt to steal their stereo than say hello. Rigby ignored it, as always. Just because he always heard what people thought didn't mean he automatically had to care about it.
Tonight, when he went to sleep, he'd have to leave the truck running along enough to warm up the cabin before he shut it off. Or he'd call Kai, see if she didn't mind having someone to cuddle with for the night. He knew his girl, she'd be game.
But first, he'd found an open mic night, and he was never one to turn those down. He was starting to make a little name for himself in the area, and he saw a few faces he recognized from other places he'd played in the last few months. They weren't his friends - Rigby didn't have many of those - but he still gave them a smile and a nod of his head before taking the stage. His playlist tonight wasn't the most upbeat, but that was okay, it suited his mood. And he loved ending with a song that no one ever expected him to sing, but that was why he loved covers so much. It let him show off his own skills, prove that some songs were timeless and it didn't matter who you were, you could still sing them. He was smiling as the last note played, managing to drawl the words "Thank you" before leaving the stage in something of a hurry. The voices were going to come back - they always came back - but at least he'd gotten a few minutes peace while he'd played, and to him that was worth everything.
Taking a seat at the bar, he flagged down the bartender and got a beer. He had some time on his hands, he might as well see who else took the mic tonight.