Yes or No (a darren criss love story)

I walked into Maggiano’s with my guitar in my hand and no trace of butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity about the place, like it was my home. My smile grew even wider when I saw the chair and microphone had already been set up for me. I happily greeted the girls behind the counter for I knew them well. I came here every Thursday to perform a quick show for those in the café, and they seemed to like it.
I’m Darren Criss and my life mainly consists of music and my crazy friends. I play a couple of instruments but I loved the guitar the most. My friends and I are all ‘theatre geeks’ and love to muck around with music and just muck around in general.
“Darren,” yelled the owner of the restaurant. “You did show up!”
“I thought you would have noticed that I always show up. This is the highlight of my week, man!”
“Go ahead and start doing your stuff.”
“Sure thing.” I sat on the stool and got myself comfortable. It was easy for me to sing in front of an audience, I just started playing and didn’t want to stop playing. “ok, hi everyone. Some of you may not know me –“
“Of course we know you, Darren! How could anyone not know you with that voice!” yelled a girl at the front. It was my friend Lauren, sitting next to Joey. Lauren Lopez was the craziest girl in the world and, man, was she short! Joey Richter was the most amazing guy and I was so lucky to have him as a best friend. I quickly pulled myself out of my trance and replied with an ‘oh, stop it. You’re just saying that.’
I started the song before Lauren could interrupt me again. “Let’s get down to business, to defeat the Huns … ” I sang the song quite badly, but everyone else seemed to like it. They clapped at the end and requested a few songs. I started playing ‘Belle’ and got lost in the song, until there was nothing but me and my guitar. What a wonderful sensation!
After popping a string on my guitar and sweating like a pig, I hopped off the stage to greet Lauren and Joey. Lauren started poking me and Joey clapped me on the back, but I noticed a girl I didn’t recognise sitting on a stool on the other side of the café. She caught my eye and hopped of her stool to come and greet me. As she was walking over I took in her appearance. She had long chocolate brown hair and olive skin. She was wearing a beautiful floral dress, as it was stinking hot, and she seemed really up beat and hyper.
“Wow, you were amazing!” she came over to shake my hand, but cringed when she saw how sweaty it was.
“Sorry, I’m not usually this sweaty.” I exclaimed embarrassed. Why did I just lie? “Actually I usually am!”
“I was kidding!” she giggled. She’s a good actor. “I’m Sarah, by the way.”
“And I’m Darren.”