The saying the early bird gets the worm was always something Blake followed. He rose at the crack of dawn, literally sometimes at the crack of dawn, starting his day off with a morning jog, a shower, and a cup of coffee. By now he considered himself a master barista, having made his own coffee for a couple of months now. Living on his own was quite the headache, but it was much more worth it than being at home with his parents where the headache didn't come from real life, only plastic problems. By 8am, with breakfast and coffee in hand, Blake was on his keyboard playing a few tunes or watching TV catching up on the local news. The town he picked was new and interesting to him, having little to no idea or details about it, having to just pick up on things by himself.

This morning was no exception to what was now his daily routine. After his early morning jog and shower, he brewed himself a small pot of coffee and cooked himself a nice breakfast of eggs, sausages, and a bowl of tasteless, bland cheerios. Saturday mornings and Saturdays in general for Blake used to be relaxing, not having a job before moving, but now he kept himself as busy as possible. Making money was no small thing and he wanted to do it mostly on his own. The once spoiled rich kid had saved enough of his own money, but was only willing to use that for emergencies, so finding a job was a must. Quickly sipping the last of his milk from his cereal bowl he smiled, looking at his dirty counters, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

Blake worked at 9 until 3, having the rest of the night off after that, and the following Sunday. It was one of his only weekends, off where he could go out and have a bit of fun around town. Blake somehow worked up the courage and signed himself up for an open mic night at a local diner, having been practicing a song for a few weeks. He wasn't so sure on his singing, but was definitely confident and proud in his skills on the piano and keyboard. Singing didn't come until way after he began playing the piano so his skills weren't as refined, plus he had piano lessons not singing ones.

With another spoonful of his eggs and a sip of his coffee he was ready to start playing. His little cozy loft had great acoustics, making his playing and singing sound even better than what he thought, but knowing full well it was all just in his head. Smiling he began the intro to his song, warming up his voice, and confidence. 

"[I]I'm holdin' on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground...[/I]" He paused for a moment and re-sang the first two verses.

"Woah," he muttered, shaking softly. A chuckle escaped his lips as he felt shivers run down his spine. Blake had found that he sang the first two verses beautifully for once, noting that it was obviously just a fluke, but a good enough fluke for him to carry on confidently with the song.