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The night was dark and broody, the rain setting the mood for something you'd see in a drama. Street lamps would flicker, illuminating the sidewalks with a small circle that went from black to yellow. In the middle of it all was a man with a fedora, no direction, no mind, just wandering. That man was Zeal Ginjoka.
He had just came back from a long gun fight, he didn't remember why he did it but it didn't matter. He was tired, and he wanted to drown out his sorrows for the night.
His steps were light as the drops of rain that trickled down from the sky, drenching his coat with a coldness he's grown familiar with. He kept his head down, his curtain bangs covering his spiraling purple eyes from anyone who tried to take a look. It was hard to live as a mafia, the constant cycle of guns, death and betrayal being just a tad too much for him— for his health and mind.
In the midst of all his sorrow, he somehow stumbled into jazz club somewhere in the deep and winding alleyways of the vibrant Luxiem city. He stepped in, the atmosphere completely different from the downpour outside.
The place was drowned in warm, ambient light, tables lit by candle light and covered with velvet sheets littered the cedar floors. He looked like a sore thumb, his dark and melancholic colors making him stand out against all the bright and lively attendants and decor.
He took a seat in one of the many vacant tables— far, far from everyone else who were cluttered near the small stage covered with the same silky fabric of the tables. He took off his coat, hanging it at the chair infront of him with his fedora. Both soaking wet from the rain.
He intertwined his fingers together, resting his elbows on the hard table top with a shaky sigh leaving his lips. He closed his eyes, letting himself just take it all in. But that didn't last long as the familiar sound of brass instruments filled the room— along with whistles and cheers.
The curtains pulled back, spotlights turning on and casting a harsh glow onto the stage. There, at the very center was not only a mic, but also a performer.
Basked in shades of yellow and orange was a man with hair as white as snow, piercing blue eyes hidden behind the purple hues of his glasses. His outfit of course matched the scene but it had this flare that seemed special to the performer. He was wearing a simple white button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows; a light brown vest hugging his body in all the right places. His pants weren't much, just a simple pair that matched his vest and then a pair of white loafers that had a subtle plant design to them.
Zeal watched with his ringed irises, his interest intrigued even before the man sung. But when he did...
"Fly me to the moon"
The ravenette found himself being floored. That voice, that oh so charming voice.
"And let me play among the stars"
Zeal straightened his posture, fingers unraveled from one another, opting to rest his chin on his palm instead.
"Let me see what spring is like"
He felt his worries wash away just from seeing the singer.
"On a-Jupiter and Mars"
The way he held the microphone, fingers gently placed at the top of the device with elegance. The way his hips and shoulders swayed in unison, the mafioso was hypnotized.
"In other words"
The way his head tilted to the side which each word, hair being pushed back by his slender fingers— Zeal couldn't help but lean forward.
"Hold my hand"
He wished he could.
"In other words, baby, kiss me"
If he only had the chance.
The performance continued on, music in the background along with hollers from the crowd. But Zeal didn't utter a word, staying silent like the snakes on his coat. He watched him, his eyes focused on the charming performer up on that slowing stage. Like a predator hunting it's prey.
His focus only broke when the music stopped, the singer breaking away from the microphone with a laugh.
"Thank you so much for coming everyone!"
He blew kisses towards the crowd, even sending one directed to Zeals direction.
"Mwah! Mwah! See you tomorrow! Have a good night!"
He finally took a bow, his torso lowering with the same grace he had when he sung. With a final wave goodbye to the audience, he disappeared behind the falling curtains and dimming lights.
Even now with the performer done for the night, Zeal couldn't get himself to leave. That man... It made him feel something, something he hadn't felt in a long time.