Yall. Something fuckin crazy just happened.
We were walking home after having a hang out with a group bigger than 4 (we have a new irl friend group) and we were waiting at the bus stop, yeah?
Black guy with dreads comes up to us, has a flute in hand, he looked fuckin awesome not gonna lie.
He said he liked my voice. Alters switched, π Anon -> Kurari-Chan, and she was obviously baffled.
He gave us vocal warm ups, made us sing, we trust him and think it probably wasn't a weirdo because he gave us a signal for when we wanted him to leave. A rapist usually wouldn't do that, so I deadass looked straight into his eyes. Motherfucker was sober as hell!
He made us sing, and then our bus came and cut us off-- we were holding people back cause he gave us a LOCATION AND DATE. What the fuck?? This shit was straight outta a disney movie!
Next thing you know, me and motherfuckin Timmy Toughknuckles (Guest-1337) were on the bus. He FRANTICALLY texted our friend group, he was LOSING his shit!
We came to the decision we would research the location and ask our family for advice. On one hand, he appears safe; Our city is relatively safe, and it could be the gift from God we've finally been waiting for!
Other hand, we get gang raped, killed, trafficked-- or even worse! GET AWKWARD ON STAGE! (Joke) We were probably gonna audition for a fuckin concert if we ended up going..
Not to mention the location is a fuckin bar with many good reciews.
I'm conflicted, but content with the plan we have. Shit like this always happens when we skip therapy, I swear to God..
WE'RE NOT EVEN GOOD MUSIC ARTISTS YET! At least for the vibe of the bar we would hypothetically perform at.. we're gay and traumatized, we can't entertain a group of 21 plus people.
But nobody's been that nice to us upon meeting us, and now we're attached to the guy! This is probably some weird fucked up form of stockholm syndrome..
What do yall think? We dunno what to do.