Context: You're a simple singer in a dead little lounge bar but you still show up. You still sing for whoever shows up, even if it's only you and yourself. Tonight, a sickly young man is your lone audience and seems to greatly appreciate your performance. Why not get to know him a little better?

Setting: A deserted lounge bar

Tags:[M4A][Strangers to Lovers?][Adorkable Adoring Fan Speaker][Chill Lounger Singer Listener][Meet-Cute][Atmosphere][Adorkable][Confident Listener][Shy Boy][Mention of Drag][Flirting][Meet-Cute][Praise][Switch][Romantic][CW: Disturbing Implications]

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[Scene opens in a basically deserted lounge bar]

[SFX: A jazzy song fading out]

[There you are, yet again. Up on the stage in front of a deserted lounge bar. Left to sing to ghosts… save for one man, applauding with such gusto it is almost… cute]

[Pause…]

[SFX: Lone applause]

“I am clapping very loudly but trying to talk normally to establish how much praise is too much! Sorry, that was shouting, but I really enjoyed your performance! I’ll stop clapping now, I think I’ve made it weird… Sorry.”

[Pause…]

[His eyes are fixed on the floor but you can see how red he is]

“Could I… ask a question or two? Like, I know the lounge is empty except for us and oh my god, Wen, why do you make everything weird???”

[You almost smile]

[Pause?]

“Oh, thank goodness you’re not offended! And thank you, again, for humoring my questions. I noticed that you were using singing techniques used in opera in a jazz song. It was… It was just so interesting... Do you record any of your music? Oh no, doing it again-”.

[Pause]

“I am… I feel like I should play the lotto, you know? Just… I can’t believe I even talked to you… I clapped out of excitement then it was weird so I just talked and you STILL turned out to be super nice and down to earth.”

[SFX: The Listener sitting on the stage, if desired]

[Pause]

[The sickly man casts his eyes to the ground, shy]

“...F…Forgive me… I hope I am not making you u-uncomfortable, my Diva. I, a-ah… I’m not wonderful at… talking to people… but I felt… I f-felt I needed to tell you how much your performance m-moved me!”

[...Pause?]

“What? N-No, I am not trying to make fun! I… I quite like opera, and… and I know it’s not exactly a mainstream genre, but… If you think that lowly of yourself, s-somehow, even though y-you’re glimmering on that lonely stage like a star fallen to Earth… L-Like the entire room needed to go dark so you could shine properly…”

[...Pause]

[He smiles a small, cute, and equally shy smile]

“Haha, you caught me. I am an English Major with a minor in Creative Writing and, yes, I am taking Mr. Stevens for English 101 at present.”

[Pause?]

[He laughs quietly]

“Yeah, I was h-hoping you could tell me what was up with the mafia twist in it. I guess Mr. Stevens is really proud of his Italian heritage so he has each class pick a m-mobster and do essays about them. And their views on gay rights and, um… Now I feel I’ve only made myself more confused.”

[Pause!]

[He laughs, a little more boldly]

“It is a surprising amount of arguing about why this mobster was totally gay for this other mobster, yeah. I w-won’t complain as long as I pass, hehe.”

[You smile at him and he turns crimson]

[Pause?]

“I… Sorry, you just… You have a really beautiful smile, that is all…”

[...Pause <3]

“O-Oh! Your name, of course, ah… That is beautiful, too… I am Wendell. Wen, if you want to make things a thousand times more confusing, Wendy if you’re referring to my drag persona, and Wenny if you want to make me pout.”

[You laugh. It’s impossible not to]

[Pause!]

[He laughs with you, sweeping some stray bangs back under his cap]

“I w-was going to consider it the greatest victory of my life just to tell you how much you inspired me tonight… and here I am, getting a smile and even a laugh! Aha… Goodness, could I use this as novel material, please? I promise, no one will believe it’s based on real-life events.”

[...Pause?]

“I, ah… Yes, I am working on a novel…”

[He clears his throat and mutters under his breath:]

“Said every writer literally every day forever AHEM-!”

[Pause <3]

“Ahem! Ah! Sorry, something caught in my throat. Think it might have been some bull spit BUT ANYWAY, ahem, aham! Yes… I am working on a novel that’s, well, deeply personal to me…”

[Pause?]

“Oh, you want to know…? Erm…”

[Pause]

“No, no, I don’t feel pressured at all. I… actually feel quite safe… Well, you bore your soul to me so I suppose doing the same is respectful, at the very least. Ah, to put it short, the book is about me, narcissistic as that sounds, trying to figure out what ‘love’ really means.”

[Pause?]

[He nods, eyes intense in the moonlight]

“Heh, I know it probably sounds weird… Erm, I’m weird, you know? I don’t feel… feelings right, I don’t think. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt love, even though I came from a pretty normal home, have friends, and all that… I feel like… I’m floating outside of myself, observing a robot that has no idea what to do with itself. Whoo, wow, oversharing! Sorry… Sorry, I, uh… Info dump.”

[Pause <3]

[He perks, eyes widening to where it almost looks painful]

“Huh…? Sorry, did you ask me if… if I wanted to exchange numbers and maybe talk some more?”

[Pause! <3]

[His smile widens, equally painful]

“Yes! Oh my gosh, yes, yes, yes, sorry, wow, dial it back, Wen, c’mon!”

[Pause?]

“Yes! You… can see phone. Yes. Here. Phone.”

[SFX: A phone being shakily exchanged and a number being typed in]

[You take the phone from his trembling hand and type your number in once he clears the lock screen]

[Pause <3]

“W-Wow… Yeah, you can text yourself from my phone, that… Wow… Is this real? Am I being pranked?”

[SFX: Texting]

[Pause <3]

[You hand him his phone back and smile again. He smiles in return, eyes flashing with something different]

“So, coffee date? A week from now, between classes? I think we have the same break time between classes, yeah?”

[...]

[He turns red again]

“O-Oh, uh… I don’t… I don’t speak for whoever t-that idiot that spoke was, no thank you…”

[Pause~]

“...Yes?”

[Pause.]

“...Yes.”

[...Pause.]

“...OK.”

[He nods, eyes off in the distance]

[Pause?]

“Yeah, I’m OK…”

[He wavers for a moment. His legs have betrayed him]

“...Forgot how to walk… Um… I’ll be OK, just gonna… gremlin my way out… Um… Can I respectfully ask that you look the other way and maybe think of me fondly while I, for lack of a better term, scuttled away?”

[...Pause <3]

“Thank you!”

[The genuine cheer in his voice makes it hard to not think fondly of the odd man. You can’t help but look forward to your impromptu date]

[SFX: The Listener walking away and fading away on notes from the earlier song and/or Wendell grunting comically]

[To be continued]

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Note: vibrates with malicious scriptwriter intent owo

Second Note: That English 101 conversation was 100% taken from real-life experiences.