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For the open mic night, Nick brought a variety of instruments and tools. He first started with "Bittersweet Symphony" by The Verve, followed by "Mr. Brightside" by The Killers, both with his acoustic guitar and loop pedal. Following that, he pulled out the alto saxophone and did a rendition of Bruno Mars' "Versace On The Floor." He went back to singing with his fourth song, "Glimpse of Us" by Joji, with the addition of his keyboard. To round off the set, he went back to the classic guitar and performed "The Great Divide" by Noah Kahan.

He thought he did a good job, though he kept hearing one heckling voice throughout most of the set. Once the performance was finished, he hauled his instruments off to the backstage storage area and went looking for his friend who was supposed to be recording his set. "Hey, have you seen anyone with a camera?" he asked around.

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Tabby knew she probably looked like a mess, all frazzled and running through the door close to 11. But she didn't want to miss this! Just her luck that the convention was the end of the week, the same time as an Open Mic Night. She'd gotten a few texts from people, asking where she was, expecting her to be up there singing. Normally, she would be. But right around the same time, she was staring at diagrams of animal stomachs and the new technology that allowed them to see further into the cellular walls.

So, after getting off the plane, she'd raced home and dropped off her stuff, only to race back here. Spotting a familiar face, she pretended to wipe off a drop of sweat. "I'm so sorry I'm late. Did I miss anything good? Did I miss you going up to sing?"

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Noah Cho is not a good singer. He is actually, in many ways, remarkably bad, but he does not give a single fuck. Because he's on stage in his highschool letterman jacket, and his perfect boyfriend is kitted out in a full leather look. It was far from Halloween, but Noah could not, for the life of him, let go of the idea of Wes, golden and gleaming, as one Sandy Olsson. So here they were, on stage, in front of most of the town, as the beat picked up. "I got chills! They're multiplyin', and I'm looooosing control. 'Cause the power you're supplyin'... it's electrifyin'!"

They live in their own bubble, the two of them. Dancing around and making eyes at each other. Perhaps this is some unfortunate version of foreplay that the town must bear witness to, but it's a hell of a time for Noah, who could only describe the whole thing as feeling like he's on top of the world.

Sadie had decided approximately six minutes after arriving at the Rhythm & Waves open mic night that live music was scientifically proven to make people hotter. There was simply no other explanation for the energy around the festival grounds right now; string lights glowing overhead, music spilling from both stages at once, strangers swaying with drinks in hand like they’d all wandered accidentally into the same coming-of-age movie. She leaned against the side of one of the bars with a cocktail she’d chosen entirely because the bright blue color looked fun, festival wristband sliding down her arm every time she gestured dramatically toward the stage.

“See, this is exactly how people develop crushes on musicians with absolutely no survival instincts.” The brunette announced as someone nearby finished an aggressively emotional acoustic cover to roaring applause. “One man sings into a microphone under mood lighting and suddenly everyone’s like 'that’s my husband now.'” Sadie took another sip of her drink before narrowing her eyes thoughtfully toward the lineup board. “Also, open mic nights are terrifying because there are only ever two possibilities: either you witness the next indie superstar before they make it big… or a guy named Brandon performs seven uninterrupted minutes of emotional warfare while maintaining direct eye contact with the crowd.” The woman let that marinate in the air for a moment. “And honestly? I support both.”