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God Bless the Child
KyoyaxReader
Gift for jayb1rd

Smacking your cherry red lips, you prepared yourself for yet another performance, knowing that even more potential sponsors will be in the audience for this show. Your hair was restyled and made stiff with even more hairspray and your makeup was smudged off of your sweaty skin before being reapplied with shaking hands.

You glanced around the walls on either side of the stage, seeing a nearly full audience before you. Near the front was a pale-ish young man, his face illuminated by a phone screen as he accepted a call, grey eyes bored and flickered around the cafe, eventually finding yours hidden behind the wall.

With a start, you leapt back, eyes wide and hands held to your lips. Heart racing, the lights in the building all flickered off, a sign that you would be starting soon. You chewed nervously on your lower lip, taking your position just off of the small stage as the cafe owner stepped up and announced your performance.

Stepping smoothly in your black heels, you took your place in front of the little mic. You cleared your throat, searching though the blinding lights that glared down at you for any sign of someone you recognized.

Your eyes immediately caught sight of that mysterious boy from earlier- the one on his phone. He had placed the device down and was watching you with his full attention at the moment, but you knew the second you bored him he would be back on the phone, doing something more worth his time.

Blinking rapidly, you felt the nervousness of your first performance creep back into your mind, but you ignored it, glancing behind you to cue the band with a nervous nod.

“Them that's got shall have
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible says and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own, that's got his own.”

Your toe tapped silently on the wooden floor under your feet, keeping time with the music as it played behind you. Your eyes caught on to that dark haired boy again as you sang the next verse.

“Yes the strong get smart
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own, that's got his own.”

Eyes sliding shut, you held up a hand before bringing it to hold the mic on it’s stand. Any nervousness from before was gone and in it’s place was the confidence that kept Kyoya Ootori from picking up his cell phone again.

“Money, you've got lots of friends
They're crowding around your door
But when you're gone and spending ends
They don't come no more.”

You shook your head, full lips dragging out every vowel that came from your mouth. Kyoya watched you, true interest in his grey eyes and thoughts racing through his head. Only one lingered long enough for him to catch it, though. You could bring him a profit.

Rich relations give crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself, but don't take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own, that's got his own.”

A small smile slid across your lips and your voice became quieter, as did the instruments behind you.

“Here just don't worry about nothing cause he's got his own
Yes, he's got his own.”

You sighed in relief, giving a small boy a small glance before slipping off stage once more. Squealing on the inside, you hoped to God that he’d possibly be a sponsor, then you could maybe see him again.

A gift for :iconjayb1rd:, who was having a bad day.
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Creepypasta143 Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2013
I'm having a crappy day I'm stuck at home caring for ragan and I can't call for help because KANNON ARIDIN AND MORONA DESIDED TO HAVE A TRIPLE DATE WITH THERE MATESPRITES AS THEY CALL THEM RAGAN'S FUCKING 12 IM A FUCKIN CREEPYPASTA WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO??? :(
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vengefulamber Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Wait, wait, wait! Calm down and explain again; slowly. Please? I can't really understand what you're trying to say.
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Creepypasta143 Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2013
Ok I was having a crappy day.Ragan got a high fever and I had to care for her,And aridin,morona,and kannon had a triple date with there bf(matesprites) so I was stuck caring for a 13 year old.I'm a creepypasta I'm supposed to kill humans not take care of them!
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vengefulamber Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Well I guess it's always nice to feel needed? I'm sorry you were having a bad day! Just think of it this way, since you took care of Ragan, maybe she'll help you when you're not feeling the greatest? If that doesn't help, then just know that I'm sorry you had a bad day, but it can only ever get better!
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Creepypasta143 Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2013
Thx
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vengefulamber Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Yes, no problem, hun!
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Creepypasta143 Featured By Owner Aug 12, 2013
Yay
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jayb1rd Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2013
Reader-chan is singing a Billie Holiday standard. Oh, yeah, baby! Thanks so much! This week just got a lot better. And, woot, for Reader-chan sparking a profitable interest. Heheheee! I love "God Bless the Child." :)

 I am a dummy!

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vengefulamber Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Yay! I'm glad I picked a song you liked (it's ALWAYS stuck in my head thanks to my father). :) 

I'm happy that you're happy!

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jayb1rd Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2013
And, oh, I am.

Your father, huh?

My grandmother is the one who got me interested in jazz.
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