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NOT ONLY DOES ADONIS love supporting local talent, he loves supporting people who are just doing something that they loved to do. emerson, in his eyes was both -- he just hadn't been given the space to do it. he was no stranger to opening that door for people, but the feeling never stopped being amazing. " can i ask why it's been so long? y'don't have t'talk about it if you don't want to. " it was another part he enjoyed about his job, learning about how people came to music, if they came to it later in life or if they knew the field had been in their blood from the very beginning. it had been in his blood for a time, putting pen to paper in the way some find as simple as breathing, filling up notebook after notebook. he doesn't quite remember when it stopped. or why. he liked to believe that something had simply just shifted in the air, that he hadn't given it up when things got hard. " dude, of course. if i can give y'any piece of advice... you belong up there. when you're up there, it's not my stage anymore. it's yours. act like it. " he gestures the other to follow him in the direction of the bar, a goofy finding a home where his previous expression used to be. " c'mon, lets get ya a drink to celebrate. on the house. "

emery stands up, guitar in hand, and follows adonis through the crowds to the bar. he's still a bit sweaty from his set. his breathing is more labored, but the adrenaline still strongly flows through him. he can feel pats on his backs and people telling him he did a good job. whatever they tell him is just a bit more that makes emerson's confidence and ego boost just a bit more. "um..." he speaks a bit loudly over the noise of the bar, trying to make himself clear enough to be heard. "i think i've been too focus on helping run the record store. it's taken a lot of my time." it wasn't a lie, but he knew that his desire to explore the unknown has kept him from doing what he truly loved. if it wasn't for the record store, he'd probably give up his love of music all together. the fact that he just performed on stage still surprised emery. "oh..." his face beams brightly hearing what adonis told him. he thrived on the stage, felt alive up there. but to be told that he belongs up there... that certainly gave him something to be happy about. even before his break, he didn't think he was good enough for the stage. "i...i appreiate that a lot. really. coming from you, adonis, it means a lot. really. i feel at home on that stage, almost like i finally found a missing puzzle piece i didn't realize i needed." he says the last part as he sits on one of the barstools. "can i treat you to a drink. it's the least i can do for giving me a shot to be up there again."

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07/11: Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler ft. Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Together we can take it to the end of the line Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time)

11k celebration: top 50 m/f friendships (as voted by my followers) #09. steve harrington and robin buckley - stranger things

EVEN IF THE IDEA of playing her own music terrified her -- of course, joni was delighted to support her friends. she had gotten to the sound factory as early as she could, ordered a pumpkin ale and waited for everything to kick off ( even if she wasn't much of a drinker, sometimes there were special exceptions ). when emerson had come on stage she had cheered like hell, smiling throughout his entire set before running towards the area where she knew he'd come out. " em! " she called out, overflowing with glee as she quickly wrapped him in an embrace. sometimes she worried that she was too much, that she would overwhelm people, but em had never made her feel that way. perhaps this was why she found himself at his side as often as she was. " you did so good! i'm so proud of you. " once she finally releases him, she takes a breath before speaking. " when you're done, let me get ya a drink to celebrate. my treat. i insist. "

there had been moments where he wanted to quit during a song, but her excitement kept him going; kept him from retreating to never wanting to do it again. when he sees her, he immediately opens his arms and hugs her back, squeezing her slightly. "thank you, joni! it felt... it felt wonderful being up there." he tells her, pulling away from her embrace but not letting go of her hands. "i'm so glad i took that risk again. and the fact that you cheered me on.... it makes it so much more better." he grabs his guitar, feeling his hands shake from maybe lack of eating. "well if you insist, maybe we can go now. it's better than waiting around for others to perform. what do you say? wanna go now?"

❝ hayride's closed, bud, tough luck. all the pumpkins all been picked or some shit. come back in an hour, we'll grow more or whatever. ❞

he takes a sit on an empty hay bale near the other. his face squishes up in confusion as he hears what is said. "nah dude. i don't want a ride. i was looking for a quiet place to chill for a bit. been busy at the silent disco. every where else is too crowded or noisy ... except for here." he sits so that his legs are crossed below him. he runs a hand through his hair, his eyes taking in the guy's appearance. "but do you mean by grow more? you got magic pumpkins over there with mice who turn into men?"

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