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It was Friday evening, the time when the worries of the past workweek faded away, evaporating in the haze of uncertain days to come. The aroma of delicious snacks and incense hung in the air, soothing the overwrought mind. The weekend lay ahead, and today, the workers could rest their weary heads and relax their backs over a strong drink.

The Silvertongue Bar was a simple yet elegant place, furnished with dark walnut furniture, red velvet sofas and armchairs, and chandeliers that lit the space like works of art. The heart of the place, naturally, was the bar, where the menu was displayed and bottles and drinkware were arranged on shelves. Off to the side, in the spacious dining room, slightly elevated above the tables, was the stage. And today, it all belonged to you.

One sip of strong drink relaxes the mind, the second weakens the tongue, and the third makes you want to sing. That evening, the song "Real Man" by Beabadoobee was sung on the stage. You poured all your heart and soul into this performance, your voice enveloping the visitors' ears like honey. The crowd wanted more, and you delighted their ears until the night.

BarSinger!Reader, who started to perform regularly after that. Every Friday, they were there without delay or hitch. Sometimes, they performed alone, sometimes with someone else.

BarSinger!Reader, who for the most part sang calm songs, but sometimes there was something more playful. When they came down from the stage and interacted a bit with the visitors.

BarSinger!Reader, who got a small fan base of devoted visitors. Often, these were older men, some of whom perceived them as grandchild. They called them their song bird.

BarSinger!Reader, who received gifts from their younger fans also. This allowed them to realize that they were still very attractive and desired. It was a massive ego boost they needed.

BarSinger!Reader, who received news that regular customers would soon be arriving at the bar. This confused them.

It was after another show that you found out about it. Still dressed in pretty costume and with flowers in hands. "You mean to tell me that in a week the 'regulars' are coming, whom I haven't seen in a year of my part-time work here?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. Something didn't add up in your head.

"I know how it sounds, but it's really simple," your friend chuckled, clapping you on the shoulder. "They're in the military and often go away for long missions. But they supported me through difficult financial times and always came back."

"Well, now it makes sense." You chuckled, putting the bouquet on the counter and sitting down to relax. "Can't wait to meet them, then."

"Oh, you'll like them for sure. They're a very nice bunch."

As promised, a week later, you were preparing to welcome the regulars. It was an evening for another interactive performance. There was quite a large crowd in the bar, and the room was buzzing with anticipation. However, as soon as you appeared, all the talking and laughter died down. You started singing, walking down the stage with the progression of the song.

"My feet knew the path. We walked in the dark, in the dark. I never gave a single thought to where it might lead." Your appearance was like the descent of the moon itself from the sky above. The dark suit with splashes of white stars and black gradient and the long cape created a captivating look. So mesmerizing that everyone in the room followed you with their eyes.

Following the rhythm of the song, you walked around the tables one by one, giving the visitors fleeting touches or encircling them with your scarf for a breef moment. The bar owner said his friends usually sit at a large table in the back. So you made them your final destination.

The song was coming to an end as you sat down on their table, raising your hand up. "The moon will sing a song for me, I loved you like the sun. Bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own.~" Then you turned to them, smiling.

"I shine only with the light you gave me." Your hand slipped to fix the hat of one of the men, surprising him.

"I shine only with the light you gave me." You ruffled the mohawk of the second one playfully, making him break into a doopey smile.

"I shine only with the light you gave me." You ran your hand along the chin of the third one with deep brown eyes, sending shivers down his spine.

"I shine only with the light you gave me." You blew a kiss to the last man in the skeleton mask, receiving no obvious reaction. However, you could have sworn you saw something flicker in his eyes for a moment.

With the performance over, you went to your makeshift dressing room, leaving quite a first expression. And that was far from the end, since you still had to meet men properly. Exchange names, get to know each other better, the usual. However, you didn’t yet know that their interest in you ran much deeper.