Chapter 5 – Trump's Time to Shine
The karaoke bar was in the centre of a clustered city. What appeared to be neon lighting lined the letters of the signs and the darkness of the sky only seemed to make the city look more alive. Donald noticed that even when Snoke was wearing his cape, people seemed to stay out of his way. The way his cloak, paired with the dress, billowed behind him made him appear ominous while his hidden face added to his mysterious demeanour.
The other beings around them were like ants scurrying in and out of various clubs and bars. It was loud but not loud enough to mask the music coming from the karaoke bar. Out of tune singing could be heard also.
Snoke lead Trump up a short flight of stairs to the entrance and walked in.
Inside the bar was filled with many humans and aliens. A medium sized stage featured near the back of the bar while pink and blue mood lighting lit up the inside of the room. The cheerful buzz of the bar seemed to die down slightly as people noticed The Supreme Leader had joined them. People tossed awkward glances to each other, unsure of how they should react. As if nothing had happened Snoke went straight over to the requests booth. Trump followed closely.
Snoke received the clerk's attention quickly and he moved over to them nervously.
"I called earlier and made a few requests for Earth songs," Snoke explained. He seemed to be completely out of character – almost friendly. The clerk nodded, realising at once who had called, and replied with a slight stutter.
"Oh yes. You're first s-song is on in a few minutes," He answered and gestured over to a spare table. "P-please take a seat while you wait," The man had a fake smile plastered on his face and his hand was clearly shaking. Snoke glanced at to the table and made his way over.
Sitting down, Snoke watched Trump carefully as he sat on the seat opposite. They were quite close to the stage but far enough so that the current singer didn't disturb their conversation.
"What do you think of the place?" Snoke flashed Trump a smile and looked desperate for a positive reply.
"It's great," Trump responded. He fumbled his hands awkwardly. "What song are you doing?" He asked in an attempt to calm his unusual jitters. Snoke's eyes passed down and he blushed slightly.
"Actually," He looked into Donald's eyes. "I'm a bit nervous about going on stage,"
Trump looked taken aback. How could someone so extraordinary be capable of having such ordinary fears? Snoke swallowed before continuing.
"I requested we do a duet. It's a popular Earth song called 'American Boy' by an 'Estelle' and a 'Kanye West'. Have you heard of it? I thought it suited our circumstances quite well," Snoke trailed off and looked at Trump in an almost attempt at desperation.
"That's fine and yes. I have heard of it," Trump replied. In truth he'd never done karaoke before. Let alone tried to sing at all. He hoped he could do it well enough to impress his teacher. Trump adjusted his suit and scanned his eyes over to the stage. The song looked just about finished. Snoke brushed his hands on his dress before standing up and beckoning Donald to follow.
"Next up we have a duet!" The announcer called. "Singing 'American Boy' please introduce to the stage: Supreme Leader Snoke," The audience fell silent and a few careful whispers could be heard. "And Donald Trump," The announcer finished.
Snoke stepped up onto the stage and Trump followed. He was slightly nervous but the many speeches he'd performed softened the nerves. Grey, sweaty hands grasped the first microphone and orange hands grabbed the second. The music began to play and Trump looked over at Snoke before beginning to rap.
"Just another one champion sound
Me and Estelle about to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now
Just touched down in London town
Bet they give me a pound
Tell them put the money in my hand right now
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
We just sold out all the floor seats"
Trump managed to release the flow of words without stumbling and Snoke watched him in admiration. He'd even managed to sway to the music and Trump bopped every few words. The audience was still too stunned at the fact that their Supreme Leader was about to sing at an average karaoke bar. Snoke blinked a few times and grasped the mic tighter before opening his mouth.
"Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy"
Although Snoke's voice was no match for the original singer's, Trump actually found himself enjoying his unique scratchy voice. Donald Trump decided it was time to get down and started to wave his arms and get the feel of the music. Snoke giggled before continuing.
"He said 'Hey Sister'
It's really really nice to meet ya
I just met this five foot seven guy who's just my type
I like the way he's speaking his confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans but I'ma like what's underneath it
And no I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits
First let's see the west end
I'll show you to my brethren.
I'm like this American boy, American boy"
The rest of the night went on similarly with Trump getting way too into the music and Snoke laughing like a school girl when Donald went a little too far. By the time the couple had shared several songs and the audience had cheered (every time), the two were sat back down still getting over the hysteria of their most recent performance.
"You were brilliant Trump," Snoke complimented. Trump gave him another one of his presidential smiles.
"Not as brilliant as you. You never told me you could sing," Trump returned the compliment and Snoke blushed again.
"You never asked," He replied before dipping his head slightly. "It's getting late now. We should head back to the base before they send a search patrol," Snoke finished sipping on his drink they had purchased a little earlier. Trump agreed and they both proceeded to exit the bar.
Snoke was stood waiting outside Trump's room door as Trump stepped in. Donald felt like he ought to say something to thank Snoke for the evening but he found himself doing something very different.
"You should come in," Donald suggested. Snoke's eyes widened and checked around for any onlookers.
"Are you sure Trump? If I do I may find myself doing something I might regret," Snoke spoke in a serious tone.
"I'm sure," Donald's voice cracked and he grabbed a hold of Snoke's wrinkled hand. "Come in," He bit his bottom lip and ruffled his yellow hair. "I have a lot to show you,"