The three reached their destination. The place had a rowdy feel of a bar, but the setup of a jazz club. (In other words, it's like the setup of the Grand Galloping Gala, only with a bigger stage and more alcohol.)He suddenly realized his promise to explain his past, so he came up with an idea.
"Hey, how about we go upstairs and get to the bar area?"
"Why do you want to do that?"
"To reveal a surprise...for you two."
"Alright, where do we go?"
John pointed towards a set of stairs, "Just one flight of stairs, not that far of a walk."
All three of them walked up the stairs, and opened the doors to the bar area.
The place had a fair crowd, with two bartenders and about ten people sitting at wooden tables. John walked up to the stage, and scrounged around for some equipment. It took only about five minutes to set up the mic and curtains. The venue was perfect, and the lighting was nice and dim.
His heart pounded in his chest. His blood was pumping up, ready to go. His brain was going slightly fuzzy, because he was nervous. This is the first time I've played this song live. This was meant for Her, but now, I'll sing for Them. John snapped his fingers, and the curtains on the stage drew back. The man who lost everything, could start anew, because of Them. He smiled, as his hands flowed to and fro from his guitar. It was a depressing chord, one that he knew well. He closed his eyes, and sung from his heart,
And that night, he sang:
"In every hour she laughed and smiled
Frowns and tears fell into the unknown abyss
What has she done to deserve
Such a terrible fate
Each day she struggles through the fire
Each night she runs toward home
Knowing that it isn't there
Knowing she has no chance
She runs...
She runs...away...
She runs...
She runs...away...
She never knew that hand helping her climb
She just walked on by, never once
Saying the words she wanted
Loving the one she held dear
Engulfed in the nothingness
Surrounded by loneliness
She stood tall and smiled
But inside she still runs
Runs...
Runs...away..."