seed #348
The barkeep was pouring a 5th glass of whiskey to the man known as, the man with the scar. This man had appeared out of nowhere in this bar, one abrupt afternoon, in the neighbourhood club of lesterturn.
Usually neighbours do not take kindly the presence of a stranger here but a man with such a scar and big boots should be best not asked such questions. The club has gone through changes with the time except for The man with the scar and his silence.
New discoveries were made about life when the club decided to host karaoke nights.Can you imagine how the man in the scar would react to loss of his precious silence.
He had reacted all too well. all too well too well. it escalated very quickly too. The man in the scar would always step in early, much before the simple decorations for the event would have gone up outside of the gate. It was a small neighborhood and everybody knew about the karaoke night except The man with the scar because he was not from neighborhood and of course only loved silence. So it was safe to say the man with the scar had not seen this coming. Or was it safe?
Early in the evening the crowd started trickling in. It was slow but pleasant because the neighborhood itself was slow. little hubbub growing and growing till the man with the stars figured out what was happening. He shrieked out loud “no!!!! You son of bitchess*************”, started to sway his butt,snatched the mic and broke into a song.
The man with the scar had addiction problems. He was addicted to alcohol, karaoke and the worst of all, alcohol over karaoke. He had come to realise he had a problem, which he was when he had been banned from all the clubs in the more lively town of Blimeydwek. His coming to Lesterturn was for therapeutic reasons. the town was known to be so drab that nobody ever thought karaoke would come to this forsaken town. Now it has.
The karaoke night was unsuccessful. Karaoke happened alright and it happened all night. but the man with the scar was the only star. He would not leave the mic and went on for hours without giving anyone a turn. A man with that kind of a scar, you would rather not question.