Daithi De Smiffy?
I honestly don't know what to call this. horny4hornbyy and I were talking about Daithi singing last night and it spiraled down into the mighty need for a duet with him and smiffy which led to this I guess. So have some Daithi De Smiffy... Or smogla. Honestly I have no idea ----- The little cafe a block from his home was Alex Smith's favorite place to be, especially on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Tuesdays and Thursdays were open mic nights, kind of like karaoke but sometimes you would get an entire band to play. Spots needed to be reserved some days but Smith was a regular there and was always given a spot even if he wasn't going to play. Today wasn't much of a playing day. He busted his wrist up when he was fooling around at a video shoot with his buddies. He could still sing like a ginger angel but it wouldn't be the same. Listening would suffice, he could sit at his corner table with his favorite drink. The small bell above the door chimed as he entered, a few smiles were tossed his way, most from the people who worked here. One, the owner of the place approached him and asked about his wrist. They joked about it for a good while until it was time for the music to start. Smith retired to his table to watch the small stage as the owner approached the mic. "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. This open mic night is gonna be a good one and not just because Smith broke his wrist." He joked, pointing at him. The small crowd laughed and he waved them off, letting the man speak again. "First off is a newcomer to out little cafe here, moved all the way from Ireland just to play for you guys. Well that's not true but we'll just pretend it is. Please give a warm welcome to Daithi." The man smiled and moved off the stage as another, younger male walked in front of the mic. He pulled up the stool and tools seat, a simple guitar in his lap as he fiddled with the microphone. He was a tall, handsome guy with scruff on his face. He looked nervous in the way he moved and his expression. He leaned foreword and spoke into the mic, wincing when it made a high pitched tune. "Uh... Hi guys. I'm Daithi and uh... I'm gonna sing a song for you, but I guess that's pretty obvious isn't it?" He let out a short laugh. His voice was deep, not the kind of voice one would expect to come out of that face but for some reason it worked perfectly for him. Smith leaned foreword with his head resting on his fist and Daithi cleared his throat and started to strum slowly on the guitar strings. The tune was foreign but soothing, and the same could be said for the voice that accompanied it. It was as deep as his speaking voice, but when a high note came along it was something heavenly. His entire body relaxed as he listened and slowly watched Daithi loose himself in the song. The other man had closed his eyes, the lyrics and music coming to him from pure memory rather than complex thought. His voice flowed like honey from one lyric to the next and it was so hard to believe that just moments ago he was an awkward mess trying to fix the microphone. The song ended too soon, Daithi's voice trailing off the last note that steadily became no more than a hum. Then he opened his eyes and blinked a few times as if he just a came out of a trance. He gave a low laugh and stood up. "Uh... Thank you." He smiled as the small crowd began to clap but Smith was the loudest of them all despite the cast on his wrist. Daithi stepped off the stage and Smith moved from his seat to meet him. "Hey, wait up a moment." He called, catching up to him and tapping his shoulder. He turned too fast and hit Smith with the body of the guitar and a sea of apologies flooded out of his mouth. "Oh don't worry about it mate really. I get smacked around worse than that trust me. You said your name was Daithi right?" He asked, assuring the other that he was fine. It was so weird having to look up at someone. "Y-yeah, I'm Daithi." Daithi seemed to think for a moment and curse inwardly at himself for probably sounding stupid. "That's a cool name, especially coming from someone named Alex Smith. You can call me Smith though or Smiffy, or what ever really. I'm not picky." He shrugged. "It's nice to meet you." "You can really sing y'know? And you're playing is pretty phenomenal too." "Oh don't say that. I'm really not that good." He laughed, scratching the back of his head and looking away. "No mate I'm serious, you were really good. If my damn wrist weren't broken Id be up there right now but you got my spot actually. I'm kinda glad that I couldn't play because that was beautiful." "Ok now you're just buttering me up." "Maybe so... What are you gonna do about it?" He smirked, crossing his arms awkwardly. "Uhm... What if I buy you a coffee?" "Sounds perfect. But only if you play some more for me." "Only if you sing." "Hm... Deal."
