As the crowed saw that Om didn't stop and went out of the auditorium, they stopped shouting. They were bewildered. They wanted Om to come back and continue his performance, but if he didn't want to come back, what could they do then? So, seeing this, they stopped shouting.
When they turned their head back towards the stage, they didn't know when, Arjun was already standing on the stage, holding the mic. He said in a soft voice, "My fellow guest, please calm down. The performance earlier was only an appetizer. The main 'dish' is here to be served now. I promise that you won't be disappointed with his performance. Let's welcome, the new rising star, Arnav Bhadana."
As he said this, he started clapping. Seeing this, the people sitting didn't have any choice but to clap. Although everyone was clapping, but the very low and desolate sounds of these claps pricked like thorns in Arnav's heart. Although everyone was clapping for him, but those clap didn't sound welcoming at all in his ears. It felt like they were ridiculing him and even wanting him to come down the stage. He felt incomparably angry. 'It is their fortune that I am singing for them and they don't even welcome me? Is this a joke or something?'
Arjun also saw that the applause was not welcoming at all so he just passed the mic to Arnav and told him to sing his best song. The words from Arjun calmed Arnav down. He breathed in deeply and then exhaled. This time he had a faint smile on his face which made the already handsome face
to appear even more charming. He brought the mic close to his face and said softly, "Hello everyone. My name is Arnav and I am small singer. I was invited to this event by Arjun, but because of some things, I was a little late and had to let all of you waiting for some time. And I want to apologize for that by singing one of my original works for you guys. Hope you like it."
The crowed had already quietened down till now. Although they were still feeling a little bit indignant but what could they do. They were just the guests invited by Arjun, so they couldn't make any decision. The only choice they had now was to quietly see what this guitar guy had in his store.
As Arnav finished speaking, he placed the mic on its stand and sat on the chair which a worker had brought for him to sit. He opened up the guitar case and took out a guitar from it. He put the strap which was attached to the guitar, around his neck and held the guitar in a graceful way. At this time, the atmosphere around him changed. It felt like he was a totally another guy than before. Suddenly, he flicked his finger as a melody came from the guitar. He closed his eyes and started singing.
"The last time I saw you, you were sixteen…."
"And now after 2 years, you are eighteen…"
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[A.N- Hey guys, there is nothing like this Sh*t present in this world. I have randomly made 2 lines as to make it feel like there really is different songs in another world. Although, these lines are very funny to me.]
When Om went a little far from the auditorium, he suddenly stopped. He turned around and started walking back to the auditorium. Why? Because he was curious about the person his boss, Arjun, had invited. So, he went back towards the auditorium.
As soon as Om entered the auditorium, he heard something which made him somersault then and there. What the actual f*ck?! You, sixteen? Now, eighteen? What the f*ck is the sh*t? Is this even considered as a song? Even a nursery rhyme is better that this.
At this moment, most of the people in the crowd were either yawning or trying not to yawn. Although the song, was very good (Reaaly???), but compared to the performance earlier, it was like a sh*t. Even the main host of the event, Arjun, was feeling quite bored. When he saw that people were yawning, he immediately realized that people were feeling very bored right now. Now, Arjun was considering whether stopping Om was right or not.
Suddenly, at this moment a person stood up as if he couldn't bear it no longer. He shouted towards the stage, "Stop singing that sh*t. Bring back that young man."
Hearing this shout, all the people awoke from their drowsy states. Suddenly, another shout was heard from the crowed, "Yes! Bring back Om."
Slowly, more and more shouts could be heard across the auditorium and these shouts were starting to spread out like a disease. Soon, the whole crowed was shouting.
"Come back, Om."
"Come back, Om."
"Yeah!!! Come back."
"Your performance wasn't over. Come back."
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When the first shout was heard, Arnav had already stopped singing at that time. He was very angry when he heard a person interrupting his performance. When he was about to shout at him, someone shouted once again. Soon, the whole crowed was shouting. This made Arnav feel like he had eaten sh*t. Even though he had sung his own original song for which thousands of people would die for, these idiot people didn't appreciate his kindness. Instead, they wanted to see someone else perform rather than him.
Ravindra was already feeling very happy when Arnav started singing his original song because he knew that this song was one of the most popular songs he had made. Thousands of people would go crazy just to listen to him singing this song. He thought that people would be deeply mesmerized when he starts singing but who knew, after just a minute of singing, people started yawning and talking between themselves, not paying the singing Arnav any attention. All this was out of Ravindra's expectation. And now that people started shouting to bring Om back, he started having a bad premonition.
Unbeknownst to everyone, Om had already arrived at the stage. He came behind an ugly-faced Arnav and picked up the mic. Then, he slowly started to walk forwards, towards the edge of the stage. Before he even reached the edge, people had already noticed him and they had quietened down. At this moment, the whole auditorium was quiet. Only the sound of Om walking on the stage resounded.
When Om reached the edge, he softly patted the mic and said, "Boss, do I have the permission to continue my performance?"