mgc open mic night

>Decide to go to the open mic night/talent show at local club in MGC
>Settle in to seat and take in the environment
>Actually very lively
>Succubus’s running to and fro and clumsily “tripping” onto male guests
>Flustered Kiki janitor chasing a gnome around and shouting in vodka as the gnome leaves mud tracks along the floor
>Tiny dragon zooming through crowd pilfering coins and bottlecaps
>”Hmm, yes these will make wonderful shinies for anon, he will be very pleased”
>Cheshire and a very plastered Oni heckling performers from the crowd
>”Oi, I need to refill my gourd if I’m gonna have to sit through this shite” “Ufufu you a cat-fucker boy?”
>Shy Kunouchis standing in corners at back of club and shooting soft glances at the club-goers
>Next to you a demon talent agent is barely keeping her composure as one of the men from the previous act signs her, uh, record deal contract
> Wurm magician barrels forward on to the stage
>Announces she will make a rabbit disappear and re-appear from a hat
>Cheshire in the crowd actually makes the rabbit disappear
>Awestruck Wurm leaves stage convinced that she can perform magic

>Baphomet and sabbath scouts begin performing hot-crossed buns on their recorders
>Might be the worst thing your ears have ever heard, are they even old enough to be in this club?
>Sabbath imp accidentally trips and hits the ground
>Tears well up and she remains on stage bawling
>Finally one of the male bouncers takes pity on her and picks her up to carry her off stage/console her
>Imp shoots one of the scouts a devilish grin before continuing to softly sniffle

>Pharaoh begins performing slam poetry about how “we was queens”
>Drunk lizardman runs on stage interrupting Pharaoh and starts screaming in to mic about how all men these days are cowards and refuse to partake in combat
>Shouts something about the longsword clearly being superior to zipangu samurai swords as she’s dragged off stage

>Hellhound guitarist, Ushi-Oni drummer, and thunderbird vocalist take stage and begin performing decibel-shattering heavy metal
>Hellhound starts shredding the guitar solo
>She’s shredding bro
>Still shredding
>Oh fuck she’s not gonna stop is she
>Emcee realizes this and astutely finds a rubber ball and throws it out of the club
>Hellwan quickly drops her guitar and dashes off towards the direction of the ball breaking a few tables and customers along the way
>This continues in spectacular manner as MG of all sorts perform their talents to the delight of the audience until you see a familiar sight
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>It’s that cute Anubis from your office agitatedly shouting at the emcee about her set being three minutes and 32 seconds late
>After taking a deep breath, she gulps and walks on stage
>Surprisingly she’s doing stand up comedy, you wouldn’t have guessed it from her stern behavior at the office
>Silently she reminds herself to be courageous, after all she’s planned her set meticulously, down to the inflections.
>She can do this, she can do this.
>"S-s-so an apophis, ph-ph-pharoah, and mummy uh, uh, w-walk into a bar..."
>Blushes and starts breathing heavy into mic
>Crickets from the crowd
>Anubis begins hyperventilating
>She’s basically spilling her spaghetti everywhere at this point
>Cheshire begins heckling and yelling about the size of Anubis’s “virgin” paws. Pretty sure she replaced Anubis’s head ornament with a rubber ducky too.
>Anubis has turned beet red
>Suddenly she makes eye contact with you as she drops the mic and gasps

>Vomits and faints
>A few minutes later she wakes up in back stage with you worriedly staring over her
>………….
>”Um, that was uh, pretty bad huh?”
>You silently nod, you’re pretty sure you can see tears forming in her bright green eyes
>Quick say something
>”So, you really like comedy? That’s, well, that’s kinda cool”
>She perks up ever so slightly
>”Y-yeah, it was always a childhood dream of mine, but clearly I’m not cut out for this”
>She sniffles and wipes away the lone tear running down her cheek
>”Maybe my mother was right, I should have just been an architect”
>Ok this is awkward, it’s imperative you find a way to console her or at least distract her
>Glance around and notice a sheet of paper in her pocket
>Quickly grab it and read it before she can react
>It’s her comedy routine
>Begin scanning over the set as she angrily protests
>Holy shit, this is comedy gold
>”Woah, this is really good stuff, no seriously. All you have to do is stick to this routine and you’ll have the whole crowd laughing”
>She blushes and stares at the ground
>”….Th-thank you but as you can surmise, I have trouble talking in front of crowds… and to people….”
>Come to think of it she really doesn’t say much around the water cooler at the office
>Lightbulb goes off in your head
>”Here how about this, a couple times a week we’ll meet up and you can run your comedy routine by me. Don’t worry about not being able to do it in front of me, I think I’ve already seen you at your worst”
>She continues to stare silently at the ground
>”I’m serious, we can start slow and work our way up. And if you can get through your routine maybe we can find a few people to practice in front of”
>”………”
>Shit what were you thinking, Anubis’s are practically nobility she doesn’t have time for you.
>”Ok, ok, sorry. It was a dumb idea, forget it”
>Suddenly her head shoots up as she grabs your hand and looks directly in to your eyes. Her eyes are basically a waterfall at this point.
>*Sniff-sniff* “Thank you anon, thank you”
>Not knowing what to do you bring her in for a hug as she softly cries in to your shoulders
>You walk her home at the end of the night and promise her you will be available this weekend to run through her routine.
>”Very well anon, I will be sure to write you into my schedule”.