Y/n POV

"Alright, final song of the night. Who wants it?"

nearly everyone in the room raised their hands and I decided to go for someone in the back.

"You." I said, pointing randomly into the back of the crowd.

there was a chorus of 'aw's and everyone sat back down except for a slightly familiar blond.

" Heya." he said with a small wave, "me and a group of friends ran into some trouble a few years ago and got separated. Recently, I've been working to bring them back together. Three of us are here tonight and one is back where we are staying but, we're still searching for a few more. We're tired and miss our family. We just need some more power."

There were a couple grunts of confusion and annoyance in the crowd but the mans words nearly reaffirmed my suspisions.

"Your word is law, captian." I said in a slightly teasing manner, pretending to tip a hat in his direction so as not to loose my crowd and popping back up with a lazy smile on my face.

"I come from just the other side of nowhere

To this big time lonesome town

They got a lot of ice and snow here

Half as cold as all the people I've found

Every way I try to go here seems to bring me down

I've seen about enough to know where I belong

I've got a mind to see the headlights shining

On that old white line between my heart and home

Sick of spendin' sundays wishing they were mondays

Sittin' in a park alone

So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me

Any lovin' way but wrong

Tell 'em that the pride of just the other side o nowhere's

Goin' home

Takin' nothin' back to show there

For these dues I've paid

But the soul I almost sold here

And the body I've been givin' away

Fadin' from the neon nighttime glow here

Headin' for the light of day

Just the other side of nowhere, goin' home

I've got a mind to see the headlights shinin'

On that old white line between my heart and home

Sick of spendin' sundays wishin' they were mondays

Sittin' in a park alone

So give my best to anyone who's left who ever done me

Any lovin' way but wrong

Tell them that the pride of just the other side of nowhere's

Goin' home

Just the other side on nowhere, goin' home"

I strummed the last chords and looked up to see a room of gaping mouths.

"I hope I helped, goodnight." I said, standing up and walking off the stage.

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