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muserevival2013-12-20 02:11 pm
sassygaybitch) wrote in muserevival2013-12-20 02:11 pm
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Word of the Day 016.
Heartache
n. 1. emotional pain or distress; sorrow; grief; anguish.
It was supposed to have been a good night. He didn’t have any work scheduled between now and after the New Year, so he was taking a much deserved break after working his ass off without one the whole year. The Bondi wasn’t usually Guy’s style. Gay nightclubs were more his choice of venue to let his hair down, but this bar run by Aussie, Luke Jackson, was a favourite for his entire network of friends and acquaintances. Guy wasn’t a singer at all, not even Karaoke, but the open mic nights were fun, and that night, there were a few New York celebs in the house.
A couple of Broadway stars and rockstar, Angel Shaw, so the entertainment wasn’t as cringe-worthy as it could get. Sometimes, it was just a night full of bad Karaoke, but no less a laugh in the process. Some people were shameless, and would take the mic even if they sounded terrible considering they were blinded and it didn’t matter. In the age of camera phones, however, you could never escape the mortification the next day. But that was part of the fun. Guy was sitting with Rian, Tasha, Darcy, and Jazz, all sipping Cosmos in a booth and enjoying the show. It was getting close to Christmas, and everyone was beginning to wind down. They were having a good laugh and catching up on things that sometimes fell by the wayside during the pre-Christmas rush. They were all professional people, so there was nothing like a good and relaxing few rounds of good drinks to chill one out.
That was until Scott Morgan stepped up to the mic. He was a Broadway superstar, currently the lead as Prince Charming in Cinderella and now officially out as dating his co-star, Maggie Gresham. Maggie had been up before him and gave an awesome rendition of No Doubt’s Just a Girl. Guy made the mistake of assuming Scott would keep up the pace with something else that hyped the audience, but apparently it was time for a slow song. Fuck, did Guy hate the slow songs. Couples paired up to slow dance together, and that was when he started to feel like it was time to either hit the hard booze or go home. It wasn’t his round, though, and they just had fresh Cosmos in front of them thanks to Jazz, and Guy was locked in the middle of a booth between Rian and Tasha, who were absolutely making eyes at each other on the regular. He had made a mental note to quiz them about it later, but that night, later probably wouldn’t come.
As soon as Scott started to sing, Guy felt like he had been sucker-punched in the gut. At first, his mouth just dropped open a little and he stared at Scott up on the stage, as if feeling entirely betrayed by him for this song choice. Of all the fucking songs in the entire world, why did it have to be this one? The answer was obvious, because Scott was nailing it from the get-go, which didn’t make it any easier on Guy at all. It wasn’t long before it felt like someone had their hand around his throat, cutting off his air supply, and making it hard to breathe. That, along with the pain in his chest, if he didn’t know better, he would think he was having a heart attack.
It was their song.
He swallowed, trying to get past that lump being lodged in his throat feeling, but it only made it worse. He sat back in the booth so sharply that he knocked his drink over and a red shower splashed all over the table. The girls rushed to grab some napkins to clean up the mess. It was right when Scott got to the chorus, and it made Guy’s heart feel like it was breaking all over again. He was so sure he had dealt with this well enough to keep it firmly quashed deep down inside. He hadn’t, though. Not even remotely close. And that was when he burst into tears before he had a chance to catch himself and push it away.
He tried to stand up in the booth, which was awkward as it was. “I-I have to go,” he told the girls through another choked sob and Rian, who was looking at him in deep concern, slid out of the end of the booth to let him out. This had always been his and Mitch’s song, from their first date after agreeing to be official, and he had avoided listening to it the entire time since Mitch had gone missing. There was a small part of him feeling bad for losing it in the middle of Scott’s performance, but he had to get out. He couldn’t take it, and it felt like the ground had been roughly pulled out from under him and the scarred wounds were being ripped open all over again. It was a pain the ass that he had decided to wear designer heeled boots tonight, but it didn’t stop him. He bolted from the bar without looking back, tears still streaming down his face.
As soon as he got outside and a few doors away from the bar, he couldn’t go any further. He grabbed at the stair rail of an apartment block, hands wrapped around the bar until his knuckles were white, and he broke down completely then. He sunk to his knees when the grief made it too hard to stay on his feet and came to be sitting awkwardly on one of the lowest steps. He could still hear the faint melody of the song from up the street. For so long, he had managed to keep all this stifled deep down inside him, covering it all up with work, work, and more work. But it was so close to Christmas, and so, so close to the anniversary of Mitch’s disappearance. He couldn’t hold it back, and for the first time in a long time, he let the loneliness and grief engulf him as he sat there sobbing his heart out alone on the steps of some random building that freezing cold New York night.
# Guy Palmer, Original Character
n. 1. emotional pain or distress; sorrow; grief; anguish.
It was supposed to have been a good night. He didn’t have any work scheduled between now and after the New Year, so he was taking a much deserved break after working his ass off without one the whole year. The Bondi wasn’t usually Guy’s style. Gay nightclubs were more his choice of venue to let his hair down, but this bar run by Aussie, Luke Jackson, was a favourite for his entire network of friends and acquaintances. Guy wasn’t a singer at all, not even Karaoke, but the open mic nights were fun, and that night, there were a few New York celebs in the house.
A couple of Broadway stars and rockstar, Angel Shaw, so the entertainment wasn’t as cringe-worthy as it could get. Sometimes, it was just a night full of bad Karaoke, but no less a laugh in the process. Some people were shameless, and would take the mic even if they sounded terrible considering they were blinded and it didn’t matter. In the age of camera phones, however, you could never escape the mortification the next day. But that was part of the fun. Guy was sitting with Rian, Tasha, Darcy, and Jazz, all sipping Cosmos in a booth and enjoying the show. It was getting close to Christmas, and everyone was beginning to wind down. They were having a good laugh and catching up on things that sometimes fell by the wayside during the pre-Christmas rush. They were all professional people, so there was nothing like a good and relaxing few rounds of good drinks to chill one out.
That was until Scott Morgan stepped up to the mic. He was a Broadway superstar, currently the lead as Prince Charming in Cinderella and now officially out as dating his co-star, Maggie Gresham. Maggie had been up before him and gave an awesome rendition of No Doubt’s Just a Girl. Guy made the mistake of assuming Scott would keep up the pace with something else that hyped the audience, but apparently it was time for a slow song. Fuck, did Guy hate the slow songs. Couples paired up to slow dance together, and that was when he started to feel like it was time to either hit the hard booze or go home. It wasn’t his round, though, and they just had fresh Cosmos in front of them thanks to Jazz, and Guy was locked in the middle of a booth between Rian and Tasha, who were absolutely making eyes at each other on the regular. He had made a mental note to quiz them about it later, but that night, later probably wouldn’t come.
As soon as Scott started to sing, Guy felt like he had been sucker-punched in the gut. At first, his mouth just dropped open a little and he stared at Scott up on the stage, as if feeling entirely betrayed by him for this song choice. Of all the fucking songs in the entire world, why did it have to be this one? The answer was obvious, because Scott was nailing it from the get-go, which didn’t make it any easier on Guy at all. It wasn’t long before it felt like someone had their hand around his throat, cutting off his air supply, and making it hard to breathe. That, along with the pain in his chest, if he didn’t know better, he would think he was having a heart attack.
It was their song.
He swallowed, trying to get past that lump being lodged in his throat feeling, but it only made it worse. He sat back in the booth so sharply that he knocked his drink over and a red shower splashed all over the table. The girls rushed to grab some napkins to clean up the mess. It was right when Scott got to the chorus, and it made Guy’s heart feel like it was breaking all over again. He was so sure he had dealt with this well enough to keep it firmly quashed deep down inside. He hadn’t, though. Not even remotely close. And that was when he burst into tears before he had a chance to catch himself and push it away.
He tried to stand up in the booth, which was awkward as it was. “I-I have to go,” he told the girls through another choked sob and Rian, who was looking at him in deep concern, slid out of the end of the booth to let him out. This had always been his and Mitch’s song, from their first date after agreeing to be official, and he had avoided listening to it the entire time since Mitch had gone missing. There was a small part of him feeling bad for losing it in the middle of Scott’s performance, but he had to get out. He couldn’t take it, and it felt like the ground had been roughly pulled out from under him and the scarred wounds were being ripped open all over again. It was a pain the ass that he had decided to wear designer heeled boots tonight, but it didn’t stop him. He bolted from the bar without looking back, tears still streaming down his face.
As soon as he got outside and a few doors away from the bar, he couldn’t go any further. He grabbed at the stair rail of an apartment block, hands wrapped around the bar until his knuckles were white, and he broke down completely then. He sunk to his knees when the grief made it too hard to stay on his feet and came to be sitting awkwardly on one of the lowest steps. He could still hear the faint melody of the song from up the street. For so long, he had managed to keep all this stifled deep down inside him, covering it all up with work, work, and more work. But it was so close to Christmas, and so, so close to the anniversary of Mitch’s disappearance. He couldn’t hold it back, and for the first time in a long time, he let the loneliness and grief engulf him as he sat there sobbing his heart out alone on the steps of some random building that freezing cold New York night.
# Guy Palmer, Original Character