Page 152 of The Holy Grail
The woman gave Jules a look that seemed to convey being both impressed at her ability to handle two men and confusion as to why she’d want to handle two men, which Jules found humorous.
When the song was over, she headed over to where Evan and Malcom were, and as she reached them, the DJ on the stage began addressing the crowd, first asking everyone how they were doing. After the shouted answers died down, he then announced, “I think it’s time to switch things up a bit and get some karaoke going! What do you say?”
As people cheered (more than Jules would have thought possible), her eyes lit up like they’d announced a tax-free, million-dollar giveaway. “Did he say karaoke?”
“Yeah, why?” Evan asked.
“Because it’s on my Bucket List,” she explained.
“It is? Why?”
“Because I put it there.”
“No one puts karaoke on their Bucket List.”
“That’s not true. I did.”
Quickly forfeiting that part of the conversation, he asked, “Why haven’t you checked it off already? Karaoke isn’t like climbing Mt. Everest.”
“I know, but I’ve just never done it.”
“How is that possible? I know you and Paige must have gone to a few bars where they had karaoke.”
“Of course we have, but I’ve never actually told Paige I wanted to do it.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know, honestly. It’s just something I’ve kept to myself.”
He gave her a little push toward the stage. “Well, it’s time to go check it off your Bucket List.”
Because she’d had a few drinks, the liquid courage got her over to the stage in record time. The DJ didn’t seem surprised to see someone there so soon, and as Jules saw a line forming behind her, it made sense; karaoke was apparently pretty popular here.
“What’s your poison?” the DJ inquired. “Do you know what you want, or do you need to look through the catalog?”
“Do you have any Donna Summer songs?”
He blinked at her. “Is this a gay club?”
She chuckled as it became clear she’d asked an obviously ridiculous question. “Yes.”
“Then that’s your answer. So, what do you want to dazzle us with?”
“I was thinking … “Hot Stuff”.”
He looked her over with a bit of a smirk. “Good choice.”
“I hope so.”
“Is this your first time doing karaoke?”
“Yes.”
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Jules.”
A minute later, the DJ motioned for Jules to take her spot on the stage, and as she held the microphone in her hand and glanced around at all the club goers, she felt a tidal wave of nervousness wash over her, and for a moment, wondered what the hell she was doing. She didn’t know if she could even sing, and yet she had just volunteered to do it in public. What if she was terrible? What if she got booed? Did people get booed off karaoke stages?
