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Mitchie's POV

"…And all I really wanna do is love you, yeah the feeling inside keeps building, and I'mma find a way to you if it kills me, if it kills me…it might kill me," I belt out the last few notes, and the last bars of the song are played, then it ends. It's my last one for tonight's set.

"That's all for tonight, ladies and gentlemen. If you liked what you've just seen and heard, come back on Wednesday, tell your friends. Um, I'll be back to keep you guys company while you savor Henny's house specialties, not found elsewhere," I say into the mic as the band packs up. "The request bowl is over there by the bar, for those who want me to perform a song in particular on Wednesday," I add. "Adios, amigos. Buenas noches."

See, thrice a week, on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, I sing in this little music bar/restaurant called Henny's. It's owned by a kind old Mexican lady, Mrs. Henny San Pedro. Her three children finished school through this joint. Her husband died shortly after it opened. To me though, this is where I get extra cash. I go to Juilliard as a full scholar. That's what I beat the Beaver for (wahaha). I major in vocals, minor in composition.

I get off stage and head towards the bar for a few drinks. My good friend Caitlyn is the bar tender. I met her at Juilliard. When I found out she needed some cash as well, I told her about this place, so here she is. She's taking up dance and choreography. She can move, this girl.

"The person who requested for that last one must know me personally. It totally hit the spot," I sigh while beating the side of my fist over my heart. "That's 'cause she does know you personally," Caitlyn smirks at me. My eyes go wide. I pinch her arm when she gets close enough. "Ow! I'm sorry! I just like that song. Last time I listened to it I thought the words were taken right out of your mouth. So I put it down in the request bowl to see how you'd do it." So I ask her, "And how did I do?"

"You broke everyone's heart, didn't she, Roger?" she asks of one of our regulars. "I really feel for you Mitch. Just know we're all rooting for you, ayt?" Roger tells me before taking a swig of his beer. "Thanks, Roj. I do truly need a lots'a rootin'." I say, with yet another sigh. I stare off into space. "I'm glad I affected the audience that way, if I did really make an effect; my own heart was breaking up there," I turn to Caitlyn. "Sometimes I feel my melodramatic, romantic comedy-ish predicament entertains you a little too much, Cay." Caitlyn looks at me with sympathy. Then she got to work whipping up a drink without another word. I am unable to take note of the stuff she puts in it. When she's done she puts a cocktail glass on the bar table, in front of me, and pours in her concoction. "Accept my peace-offering. My latest invention. Tastes pretty good," says Caitlyn, wiggling her eyebrows. "You know I'm just kidding, right?" I ask her. Caitlyn, such a softie. "Yeah, just drink it. I'm sure it'll help with the heartache. Go on," Caitlyn encourages me. I take a sip. It was delicious. I down the entire thing. "Told you," Caitlyn smiles. "You want another one?" She makes me another one. And another one. And a few more.

"I knew it! I am just some form of real life movie to you, Caitlyn Therese. I he- *hiccup* I heyt you. I het you. Heytchuuuu." I slur. It's just me and Cay now. We've closed down the place. Mrs. Henny's gone home and left it to us. Caitlyn saw how much I enjoyed her "latest invention" so she put together glass after glass after glass and never bothered to stop me. Now, well, I am in this condition. I know I'm not full-on drunk yet, I've still got a hold of my thoughts, but I'm sure I cannot walk straight once I stand up.

"You liked the drink so much, I… I… Honestly, honey when you get all… like this, I'm really at a loss on what to do with you. You exude so much hurt. All I have to offer are 'I'm sorry's' and alcohol. You won't let me help you with her," I can tell she's concerned and sorry for me at the same time. "I just…c-can't risk anything Cay. I need her so much, and I know she needs me too." Unbeknownst to me, tears stream down my face. "This double life I lead isn't healthy for me, Cay. It's not."

"It's not," she repeats. "If I get caught, I'd be risking it all. I don't know what might happen, Cay. I don't think I'd have enough power to handle it if…" I couldn't finish. I lay my head down sideways on my crossed arms, which were on top of the table, while my tears continue to flow. "I… just love her soooo much, Cay. She is love, for me. We learned everything together… We learned about life, and the importance of family, and… I learned about love because I loved her, from the beginning… but she didn't, I don't think, as much as I did. And for that I know I j-just c-can't love anyone else," and then I'm aware of the tears, so I wipe them away with one hand. "Crap, this is tragic. And pitiful. I'm sorry, Cay."

She's dried the very last of the bar glasses and hung it up. She puts down her towel and swipes at tears that've formed in her own eyes. "And you don't deserve it, Mitchie. You just don't." She comes over to me and envelopes me in a hug. "You know if I could do something, anything, I would, right?" she asks, with my face in her hands. "Yes, Cay. Thank you. I'm sorry I keep doing this to you," I apologize. "What? Why? Shut up," and with that she hugs me again, rubbing circles into my back.

Just then my phone rings on the bar table. I check and see, "It's Alex." Caitlyn lets go of me. I try to clear my throat and make my voice strong. "Hey, A. Isn't it a little too late for you to be calling?"

"You're not home yet, are you?" the girl states. States, not asks. "N-no, actually. I'm still with Caitlyn at He- *hiccup* Henny's."

"You're drunk. I'm picking you up."

"No, Alex, it's fine, Cay'll take me home. And I'm not that *hiccup* drunk yet. I *hiccup* swear. Please, A."

"Right. Stay put, young lady, I'm coming."

I'm so frustrated I end the call without saying bye and drop my phone onto the table. "And then she… why does she… ugggghh!" I pull at my hair. Caitlyn restrains me from getting up and throwing the bar stool somewhere breakable. "Calm down, champ. You'll make it through. Okay? Have faith."

Faith? I think I've ran short on that lately. I need replenishing.