Post by orinocoflow on Dec 13, 2010 16:10:38 GMT -5
I wrote this last night after reading Paul's new blog
hope you like it!
Paul and Damien sighed as the clock struck two outside. They had been hoping to squeeze in a chance to sing in the karaoke club, but it was getting late and they still had plans for the next day, so they should leave soon.
“Well, maybe next time,” mumbled Damien, downcast. “We did sing in Radio City Hall, after all!” he added cheerfully, smiling as he downed the last of his Coke. Paul nodded in agreement, matching the teenager’s smile with one of his own. Yawning, he stood up and put his arm around Dominique, blinking sleepily.
“Com’on; we still need to get back and I am ready to fall asleep right here and now. Maybe I shouldn’t have had that last beer,” he muttered, flashing a lopsided grin at her.
Just as they were about to leave, the waitress stopped them.
“I didn’t get a chance to see you up onstage. Aren’t you going to wait for that?”
“Wish we could, but it’s late and there are still about twenty people going up before us, so we have to go. It’s been great craic though,” replied Damien, the waitress straining to understand his thick brogue. “New York is amazing!”
“Tourists, huh?” she asked with a smile.
“Not anymore,” laughed Paul, making his way out the door.
This time, however, a group of girls chased after them.
“Wait! You’re Paul Byrom, right? And you’re…OMG, it’s Damien McGinty!!!” Paul forgotten, they ran to the tired teen. He smiled uncertainly at them, looking over their shoulders at Paul for an escape route, but Paul just leaned on the wall to watch the show.
“Yeah…”
“Were you waiting to sing onstage?” one of them asked.
“Yeah…but there are too many people.”
“You can have my spot! You sing way better!” piped up another.
“Well…I can't leave Paul hanging…but thanks for the offer, anyway,” he said with a smile, managing to get away. Running up to Paul, he punched him in the shoulder.
“Hey, what was that for?” exclaimed Paul, rubbing his arm.
“For leaving me there!” retorted the teenager, glaring at him; however, the corners of his mouth were twitching, giving him away until he burst out laughing.
Shaking his head, Paul turned with Dominique and they walked back to their hotel.
THE END
hope you like it!
Paul and Damien sighed as the clock struck two outside. They had been hoping to squeeze in a chance to sing in the karaoke club, but it was getting late and they still had plans for the next day, so they should leave soon.
“Well, maybe next time,” mumbled Damien, downcast. “We did sing in Radio City Hall, after all!” he added cheerfully, smiling as he downed the last of his Coke. Paul nodded in agreement, matching the teenager’s smile with one of his own. Yawning, he stood up and put his arm around Dominique, blinking sleepily.
“Com’on; we still need to get back and I am ready to fall asleep right here and now. Maybe I shouldn’t have had that last beer,” he muttered, flashing a lopsided grin at her.
Just as they were about to leave, the waitress stopped them.
“I didn’t get a chance to see you up onstage. Aren’t you going to wait for that?”
“Wish we could, but it’s late and there are still about twenty people going up before us, so we have to go. It’s been great craic though,” replied Damien, the waitress straining to understand his thick brogue. “New York is amazing!”
“Tourists, huh?” she asked with a smile.
“Not anymore,” laughed Paul, making his way out the door.
This time, however, a group of girls chased after them.
“Wait! You’re Paul Byrom, right? And you’re…OMG, it’s Damien McGinty!!!” Paul forgotten, they ran to the tired teen. He smiled uncertainly at them, looking over their shoulders at Paul for an escape route, but Paul just leaned on the wall to watch the show.
“Yeah…”
“Were you waiting to sing onstage?” one of them asked.
“Yeah…but there are too many people.”
“You can have my spot! You sing way better!” piped up another.
“Well…I can't leave Paul hanging…but thanks for the offer, anyway,” he said with a smile, managing to get away. Running up to Paul, he punched him in the shoulder.
“Hey, what was that for?” exclaimed Paul, rubbing his arm.
“For leaving me there!” retorted the teenager, glaring at him; however, the corners of his mouth were twitching, giving him away until he burst out laughing.
Shaking his head, Paul turned with Dominique and they walked back to their hotel.
THE END