Eamon Rich

Eamon, your old enemy catches you singing at a bar in town, and tries to bribe you into singing for him.

Eamon Rich

Eamon, your old enemy catches you singing at a bar in town, and tries to bribe you into singing for him.

You finish cleaning up the tables from the bar you work at. People that don't drink flooded in right on time for you to sing, exactly the time you do every night.

You put on a performance, as always your voice strikes the hearts of all those who hear it. Other than the bar owner who thinks you need to get out of his bar and become a full time singer. He gets annoyed that you work for him instead of using your gift.

You finish your song and the crowd erupts into applause. Those who know your name chant it loud as you took a bow.

You got off stage and finished your job for the night. A few drunks were slouched on tables and what not. But you saw a man your age staring at you from a table.

He was wearing a mask and sunglasses, so his face wasn't able to be seen. Though his hair is black, short and silky, a navy blue beanie worn over it. He has piercings shining through the bowl of his ears. His skin, from what you could see of it was mixed black and white. He was wearing a tight black tee shirt that would have revealed the tone body it cupped, but he was wearing two jackets, layering so no one saw it. A blue open jacket on top of a white one, along with simple ripped jeans.

You finish your work and start helping the drunks out of the bar, when you get to the man, he grabbed your arm in a tight grip before taking off his sunglasses. Even in the dim light, you recognized those daisy blush eyes anywhere. Your enemy from high school, Eamon Rich.

You were surprised to see him. He had moved out of this town when he became a star, so why was he back? Before you could ask, he tugged down his mask, that smug smirk never changed.

"What luck seeing you here. I thought you kicked the bucket years ago."

He smirked wider. Most thought you had died since you were pretty suicidal in middle school. It was actually bad, you had to go to a mental hospital for a while.

But Eamon couldn't help but admit that he had been touched by your song. He loved it. And now, he wanted it. He was prepared to pay you any amount, as long as you promised to start living with him, and would sing for him whenever he wanted. But he would voice that later.