80s Imagines

Cosmo • Sing Street Part 2

You are forever grateful for this opportunity to have friends because of Cosmo's invitation to hang out after school. You rushed to get outside the gates, passing by any stares. By the time you escaped the school, you let out a big sigh of relief, as if you had been suffocating.

The day had been pretty rough, the only source of light came from Cosmo. Stares, curses, half-hearted teachers, dirt, it wasn't great. One boy even had the nerve to slap you on the ass as you were trying to find you class. The whole day, you seemed to be holding back tears.

"Y/N!" You hear a familiar voice call, with that distinguishable accent. Cosmo is walking up to you with another boy. "Y/N, this is Eamon, Eamon this is Y/N."

"How do you do?" Eamon asks, holding out his hand which you take.

"Fine, thanks," you respond.

"We're gonna head to Eamon's place, that's where we write a lot of our music," Cosmo says.

"Are you the one with all the instruments?"

"Yep," Eamon clarifies.

And it wasn't a lie. Eamon had a drum set, a piano, a guitar, and so much more, including more random instruments like the bagpipes. Cosmo picks up your instrument and hands it to you. "You said you play, right?"

"Yeah, but I'm not that good," you say, feeling your cheeks go a bit red.

"Ah, we won't judge you," Cosmo says. "Trust me, we're the freaks at school. We get it."

You sigh, then sit down, playing the Y/I slowly, then picking up speed as you go, playing a song you taught yourself years ago. It's always nice to have a song in your back pocket for moments like these.

Cosmo and Eamon sit and watch, nodding their heads or tapping their shoes. When you finish, they begin to clap and cheer, Cosmo throwing in a whistle. You blush and laugh, realizing it's been a long time since you have ever found something funny.

"That was great, your not bad at all," Cosmo compliments.

"Thanks!" You hand the instrument to Eamon. "What's your band's name?"

"Sing Street," Cosmo answers.

You put the pieces together. "I see what you did there, that's clever. I like it. Do you get gigs often?"

"Right now we're getting ready to play at our school's dance. We still need to write a few more songs before we have a complete set list."

"Wow, that's really cool."

Time begins to fly as you watch Cosmo and Eamon write out a new song, giving suggestions for lyrics every so often. Before you know it, your stomach is grumbling and hours have past.

"Oh, God, my dad's probably wondering where I am!" You stand up, lifting your book bag over your shoulder. "Do you mind if I-?"

"No, I'll walk you home, if you want," Cosmo offers.

You smile. "That would be great. Thanks for letting me watch here, Eamon."

"Anytime," Eamon says.

You and Cosmo head out, saying goodbye to Eamon's mother. It's not yet dark outside, but the sun is slowly making it's way down behind the trees. "Eamon's nice, how many others are in your band?"

"Well, we have a few more actual band players, but we also have Darren who is our producer and cameraman for our music videos."

"You make music videos too? Is there anything you don't do?" Cosmo chuckles. "That's so cool, I've never met anyone in a band."