I saw this thing where someone basically wrote a fanfiction for as long as a song played and the fic was based on the song so I thought, I'm bored, let's do it, warning these may be short, long, painful or happy or just fluff, we'll see.
Will had been playing his mandola at the tavern for a while now, the crowd had started to peter, only the drunks left. He was just finishing the song, We'll meet again and was about to pack up for the night when a familiar face pushed the door to the tavern open, her beautiful long blonde hair framing her face, cheeks red from the bitter cold.
"Alyss," he jumped down to greet his friend only to realise she was not alone, behind her stood the newly formed couple of Evanlyn and his best friend, Horace. He hugged them all in turn and sat them down at a table in the back of the tavern. "What are you all doing here?"
"Well we came to see the famous Will Treaty's mandola playing of course, see if you really live up to the stories," Horace winked at him and Will blushed at the praise. Had they really come all this way just to hear him play? Evanlyn confirmed his theory,
"Come on, I didn't come all this way just to listen to the birds," So he picked up his mandola and started playing, sweet soft tunes, lovely for dancing so eventually that's what they did, Horace span Evanlyn around, arm placed securely on her waist as they danced, heels clicking on the tavern floor. Will played long into the night watching his friends spin and twirl like they were in a ballroom of their own, it was refreshing, like his friends knew this night was exactly what he needed. Because without their duties and their jobs, for that night, they were simply Will, Alyss, Horace and Evanlyn, four dancing teenagers.