Finding his twin flame is not what Mac was expecting to happen when he moved to Manhattan Beach.
If only pop-rock and musicals mixed as well as... literally anything.
Lilah Mackenzie has been preparing for Broadway her whole life. However, that does...
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Well, Delilah's... interesting. Yeah, I think that's the word I'll go with.
I walk into "The Hideout" and I'm met with the almost overwhelming smell of coffee and noise of small groups of people's conversations meshed into each other.
I read online that this place has the best boba in town. I'm skeptical, but it's not like I have anything else here to compare it to yet. Might as well give it a shot.
The sun is already setting outside and I can tell it's almost time for closing, so, consequently, there's no line. I order the first one I see on the overhanging menu because I don't want to take up too much of their employees time. They look exhausted, which makes me feel bad for not just going home and saving them the trouble.
I hear a yell mixed in with loud laughter coming from a nearby table.
"Dude, you can't rhyme favor with drama," a boy's voice says a little too loudly.
"Why not?" another asks.
"Because it doesn't rhyme, you dumbass" the first boy says through a laugh.
"Okay, okay. Let's just go again," the third boy sitting with them says. He's holding drum sticks.
The bass that one of them is holding is plugged into a speaker, which must be on low volume, and so is the guitar the bad rhymer is holding.
And they start.
"Leave all of your indecisions with you at home," the guitarist sings. "Don't say..."
"...You're doing me a favor," the bassist comes in with the harmony.
They sound good. They sound really good.
An older man reaches over the counter and hands me my drink.
"Why so complicated won't you throw me a bone?" the guitarist sings again, this time with the boy holding drum sticks starts tapping the table on beat.
They slowly come to a pause. This must be the lyric they're stuck on. I turn around to head towards the door and take a sip out of my drink.
"I want your love in every flavor," I say as I pass by their table.
All their eyes look up to me as I push the door open to leave the shop.
I'm starting to feel like that wasn't the best idea.
My shoes hit the sidewalk, and from the corner of my eye, I see the bassist and drummer running out of the shop through the window wall.
The door swing open behind me as I keep walking. Yeah, definitely not the best idea.
"Wait!" one calls out to me. I hear them getting closer as they run in my direction. "Wait."
