Page 24 of Lunar Diamonds
After a few more crowd-pleasers, we closed with a rowdy rendition of ‘Who Do You Think You Are?’ by the Spice Girls.
Along with books, karaoke was my happy place. The thrill of singing, the release it gave me really helped with my healing over the years.
Giddy with applause, my heart danced merrily in my chest.
It beat faster when I caught Drake watching me from the back of the crowd. He lifted his glass in a cheers, his captivating smile as bright as the disco balls.
Full glass still, though.
I lifted a hand in greeting, then left the stage as Danny performed his MC duties.
“You were great,” someone said.
“I bloody love Cher!” another cried.
Lots of praise and a couple of hugs came my way as I closed the distance between Drake and me.
Doubt and excitement crashed together, my steps a little hesitant.
Why wasn’t he touching that drink of his?
“You were amazing,” he praised, breaking down my doubts.
“Thank you.” My mouth matched his in the beaming department.
“Good luck to whoever follows that.”
“Ah, stop.”
His hand found my shoulder. A touch as light as a feather, yet full of knee-buckling force. I thought I saw rainbow stars as my belly performed a backflip.
“Listen, I?—”
The first official duet began with a roaring cheer, music and voices blaring through the bar.
Crap.
Drake winced, his hand dropping from my shoulder.
I moved closer, my foot bumping his. “Want to talk outside?”
He tapped his ear.
I repeated it with more volume.
He nodded, and in no time, we were outside in the cold air.
I moved us further down the street away from Frankie’s jealous gaze. “Much better.”
Hands on my hips, I stretched my spine, my head titled back. The bitter air hit me with refreshing slaps.
“How are you feeling?” Drake asked.
I kept my eyes on the clear night sky. No clouds up there, though the city lights dimmed the stars. But the full moon made up for it, bathing the street in its lunar rays.
“Pretty,” I muttered, entranced by its beautiful fullness.
Moon…
