Brothers? [Scotland]

[Rhys Evans]

Rhys looked out at the full club. It was always a constant battle between his shyness and the need to sing. More often than not the need to sing won. Until he started singing and playing his guitar he was a nervous wreck thankfully this didn’t show on his face though. He strummed a bit tuning his guitar as he went over what to play in his head. Should he stick with folk or do something a bit more modern? Thankfully a lot of the folk songs Rhys knew were a bit more upbeat even if the songs themselves were sad.

After a moment’s debate he decided to go with felyon. He chose it mainly because it was his personal favorite and also because it was an upbeat song and could get crowds to follow it. He let his native language flow from his lips as he sung, keeping up with his guitar.

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Hamish had been told that he need no had to go to the bar tonight to hear this beautiful young man sing. When he asked about the performer all he manage to get was girls talking about how much they loved his voice and how he was also nice to look at. No one could tell him the name but Hamish found his interest peaked. The more rumors he heard about this mysterious musician the more the Scot had to meet him. Now that he found himself inside a crowded club he wasn't sure if it was the best idea. Hamish wasn't the best with people and normally was teased by others when he stepped foot in a club. People constantly would make comments about him being a soul stealer while others acted as if he was a rare ginger prostitute. Without even fighting through the crowd Hamish found himself toward the front where the light made his jade eyes appear to be teary.

When the man on stage began to sing Hamish felt as if he knew the song but he couldn't sing the words in that language. It was unnatural for him. In an airy whisper he sang the similar song in Scottish Gaelic. His eyes shut and he allowed himself to become lost. When the song had ended Hamish hadn't realized and found himself still whispering words to a song.

[Rhys Evans]

Rhys was happy and sad when his set finished, sad because he could no longer play and happy to get away from all the eyes staring at him. He really needed to find some sort of balance between playing and not being the center of attention. He was quick escaping back stage. Girls tended to flock the stage if he stayed up there to long after a set. He didn’t understand why they did. No matter why they did it still freaked Rhys out.

Once he was safely backstage he yanked his long black hair up into a ponytail up and off his neck. No matter whom you were stage lights would make you sweat. He grabbed a towel that he had left back there for after the set was done. He gently wiped the sweat off his forehead and next. Placing the towel around his neck, he began to pack up his instruments.

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Hamish studied Rhys and tried to understand the sad look that appeared on his face once the song had come to an end. It seemed there was never much emotion on this male's face but it suited such a beautiful man. He looked away for a moment but when he turned back to look at the long haired male he was gone. Girls were looking around for the man and whimpering his name, Rhys, as if the man would appear just to quiet their pathetic cries. Realizing no one was going on stage Hamish invited himself onto the stage.

Eyes were now on him as he took the mic from it's stand. He didn't have an instrument to accompany him but began in a melodic whisper singing in Scottish Gaelic. As the song continued his voice grew a little louder but remained soft with a slight roughness of his accent that made everyone grow quiet again just to hear him. The eyes watching him didn't cause him to feel nervous at all.

[Rhys Evans]

Rhys stopped what he was doing and listened to the music that began to play after he left. The melody tugged at his mind as if it was an old memory, but Rhys was almost positive he had never heard that song before. First of all he had never heard that language spoken before and the voice wasn’t familiar either. He inched back towards the stage making sure to stay out of sight, to see this mysterious voice.

The first thing he noticed was the bright red hair the man had, that wasn’t very common and Rhys was surprised he hadn’t seen it before when he was playing, but he generally focused more on the music then on the audience. The next thing Rhys noticed was the man’s height, now Rhys was above average in height but this man was even taller than him. Overall something about this man seemed very familiar.

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Finishing the song Hamish smiled but soon began singing something else. It sounded like a lullaby but had some feeling hidden within each comforting word. This was what he always sang to his little siblings while they slept. Most of the time he would creep into their room at night and sing this song if any of his siblings began to stir in their sleep due to a nightmare. Unlike the song before that sounded as if he were just making it up this song seemed to no longer have the roughness that his voice always had. Instead his voice remained smooth and had a slight flow with each word. No one seemed to mind the slow song as many just seemed to be watching the ginger finding interest in his voice and looks.

Feelings eyes watching him Hamish turned to the side and caught sight of the long haired Welshman watching him from behind stage. He felt he knew this man from somewhere but Hamish was unable to figure out why he knew someone that was like this. It already seemed that they were nothing alike.