Football singularity

Chapter 330 330 Promposal

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the school's parking lot. Rakim stood in front of the piano, a polished black instrument resting on a trailer hitched to his friend's Ford Raptor. The speakers were plugged in, ready to amplify whatever performance he was about to give attracting quite a few students who were passing by.

They recognised him not just due to the fame he had gained in Scotland but simply because he was genuinely popular in the school. He participated in quite a few school activities and his natural charisma shone through gaining him quite the popularity. However, most simply realised that they would probably get a lot of clicks on their post if the young wunderkind was in it. Even if he was doing something mundane, his fans and haters would it up like nicotine.

As Rakim took a deep breath, he could feel the thrill of anticipation bubbling inside him. He glanced around, spotting familiar faces among the crowd forming around him, phones already raised to capture the moment. The hum of chatter subsided as he positioned his fingers above the keys. He had learned to play the piano as part of his music class and had practiced it to an average level as his dad had assured him it's a useful skill to have in the future.

At that point, he wasn't sure what he meant but at this very moment, he was happy at having his father's guidance in this life. Having a father figure that could help shape the man he was going to become is something he appreciated. These thoughts quickly passed through his head as his hands hovered over the keys. Sending a quick glance to his sister beside the car she gave him a thumbs up indicating that May was on the way to the parking lot.

Adjusting the mice one last time he started to play, his fingers gliding effortlessly across the keys. The notes floated into the air, wrapping around the departing students like a melodic embrace. The first verse spilled forth, a heartfelt confession of his emotions towards the girl whom he had developed feelings for.

"But nobody's gonna make you change what you probably don't like anyway 'bout you, darlin'," he sang, his voice raspy voice resonating with a magnetic feeling enhanced by his natural charm. He closed his eyes imagining May's face as he continued, "So you might as well, hmm-mmm, be somebody…"

Gradually, students began to notice. Heads turned, curious glances exchanged. A few of his classmates paused mid-step, intrigued by the weirdly enchanting sound despite it not sounding professional. They assumed it was maybe someone trying to shoot a video for their YouTube or TikTok but were quickly surprised when they recognised who it was.

Some pulled out their phones, capturing the moment, while others moved closer, drawn in by the magic of Rakim's performance. As he continued, the lyrics poured from him like a river of emotion. "Yeah, I'm on the stage right now, singing your favourite song," he crooned, his heart racing. "Look in the crowd and you're nowhere to be found as they sing along…"

In the distance, May emerged from the school building, her expression one of confusion as she noticed the gathering crowd. She squinted against the sun, trying to figure out what was happening. Because she could clearly recognise the voice that by now is ingrained in her head but couldn't figure out what was happening.

After all, despite Rakim being outgoing he was not one to sing in front of crowds. She had to practically beg him to sing a song during karaoke nights and that was in front of people he knew. Never mind now that he was dealing with random people from school thus her logical brain couldn't associate the person singing with him as she continued forward.

Pushing past quite a few students she arrived a couple yards in front of her brother's monstrosity of a pick-up truck. She never liked that ugly thing, not because it's a bad car but for the simple fact it made no sense. They lived in Florida, not Texas and her brother wasn't a cowboy who would need such a strong muscle car. Her brother's car is what got her attention, but her gaze quickly locked onto the figure playing the piano at the back of the trailer.

He had his eyes closed but as if feeling her gaze his eyes shot open immediately locking onto her as a bright smile appeared on his face. It was a smile that she knew all too well, it was his I'm all that and I know it smile he used whenever he would tease her. Usually, he would stop before he went too far never letting things get too serious but by the rapid beating of her heart, she knew he wouldn't stop this time.

She felt all tingly inside as butterflies were doing backflips in her stomach as she waited for his next words, she didn't have to wait long as his voice drifted into her mind now sounding as if she was the only person who was present. "I see the look on your face, I see ya hiding the hate, I see ya looking for someone to scoop you right off of your feet,"

As Rakim's fingers danced across the piano keys, the crowd around him swelled with energy but his entire focus was on one peach blond girl in the crowd. The notes floated like petals in the wind, captivating everyone's attention as each lyric he sang echoed his feelings. Even the slight mistakes he made when playing the piano were ignored by his sheer stage presence which seemed to overwhelm everyone's senses.

He wasn't a born musician, but he had stage presence for days honed from his composure entertaining stadium full of spectators. May who heard him sing looked into the light green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sun as each word tugged at her heartstrings. "You wanna ride in a Wraith, you wanna go out on dates," he continued, his voice rising with passion.

The way he sang made it clear to her that the lyrics were meant just for her, without even understanding why he was performing in the first place. Each of his words stirred something within that she didn't have the time to process. "You want somebody to come bring you flowers, someone to talk to for hours, wash your back while y'all sit in the shower," he sang, as she started walking towards the front wanting to get closer to him completely ignoring the odd looks some of the students gave her.

[Someone to tell you "you're beautiful"

Someone to tell you and mean it

Someone to tell you I love you everyday

And don't got a reason

You want someone to bring you peace

Someone to help you sleep

Someone to pick you up when you feeling down feeling lonely]

May's heart raced, she could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin, but all she could focus on was Rakim wanting to save this moment in her memories forever. She didn't even pay attention to some of the sharp-eyed students who realised that the performance was for her and started putting he in their videos. She simply didn't care about them as all their faces were a blur to her not at all worth paying attention to.

For May, the world around them faded. The crowd was just a distant echo; all that mattered was Rakim. "Somebody, Who can open up those gates, Open up those gates to your heart, Only if you'll let me,…" His voice dipped low, almost intimate, and she could feel the weight of his words pressing against her chest. She finally stood at the edge of the gathering, just a few feet away. The realization of what was happening washed over her. He was finally making a move and knowing him he was fully serious about his intentions.

The song continued, and the crowd responded with enthusiasm, their cheers amplifying the moment as they enjoyed the performance. This was despite the fact most of them didn't understand what brought this on and others simply choked it up to a last-minute promposal. However, Emma who was also filming from the side knew that her brother meant much more than asking her friend to a simple dance.

[I say

You look good without no makeup

No lashes even better when you wake up

Uh-uh-uh

I see the look on you face

I see ya looking for peace

I see ya tired of the hurt

Tired of the pain

Tired of the nights where you can't get no sleep]

The performance reached its climax, and as he finished the song, he looked straight at her with an expression that was a mixture of hope and uncertainty. The crowd watching from the side erupted with loud cheers and applause having enjoyed the impromptu concert. However, what caught her attention was the plaque yellow A1 poster with the words.

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To Be continued...