[ Cisco's never been the type of guy who really minds being called a coward - of all the many and varied things he has insecurities about, that isn't one of them. But all he'd been waiting for was confirmation that Taako hasn't changed his mind. Clearly, he hasn't, and Cisco presses the touch screen decisively.
They wait out the last, uncomfortably intense minute or so of the guy's song and then he's hopping off the small stage to scattered, strained applause. And all at once, Cisco does feel a surge of nerves, looking at that empty stage. He hesitates, but then glances over at Taako, nods, and goes up, standing by one of the microphones.
It's a little daunting, looking out at the crowd (he's usually more drunk, when he does this), but he reminds himself that none of them know who he is, that he's doing this not just for fun but to make his friend feel better. And those thoughts have Cisco standing up straighter, flipping his hair back (an unconscious gesture that earns a brief but loud whistle from the crowd, much to Cisco's embarrassment.)
He looks over to Taako, grin a little bit wild now, and asks: ] Ready?
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They wait out the last, uncomfortably intense minute or so of the guy's song and then he's hopping off the small stage to scattered, strained applause. And all at once, Cisco does feel a surge of nerves, looking at that empty stage. He hesitates, but then glances over at Taako, nods, and goes up, standing by one of the microphones.
It's a little daunting, looking out at the crowd (he's usually more drunk, when he does this), but he reminds himself that none of them know who he is, that he's doing this not just for fun but to make his friend feel better. And those thoughts have Cisco standing up straighter, flipping his hair back (an unconscious gesture that earns a brief but loud whistle from the crowd, much to Cisco's embarrassment.)
He looks over to Taako, grin a little bit wild now, and asks: ] Ready?