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“Okay, but tell them we haven’t rehearsed it, and I’m not singing.”
Will shushed the crowd. “Lily and I only met yesterday, so we’re still learning about each other through our music here. We’ll play this one and you’ll forgive us if it doesn’t pan out okay… and you can sing along if you want.” The crowd gave another ripple of applause.
Will playedthe intro, and the crowd erupted in applause at recognition of the song. Will grinned between breaths, and I picked up the chords. I had to admit we sounded amazing. The crowd were all singing loudly, and I didn’t really want it to end. Afterwards, the partygoers were appreciative, clapping loudly. I looked out at them all and couldn’t believe that they were clapping for Will and me.
Chapter Thirteen
PLAYING GAMES
We rushed off stage, out of the bright lights and into the darkness. Will grabbed me, lifted me up and swung me around. He bent down and planted a kiss square on my lips. I was laughing, still on a high from the crowd, until I saw Saffy scowling at me. “Wow, Will,” I teased, “got caught up in the moment. You have the wrong woman.”
Will smirked. “Sorry, Lily, I’m just stoked.” He looked sheepishly at Saffy. “Hey there!” he smiled, stretching his hand out to her. She took it and he pulled her in close and kissed her softly.
Clearing my throat as a warning when I saw a few people waiting to speak with us, Will told Saffy he’d catch up with her, then joined me and spoke to the small group that had formed. A couple of club and bar owners wanted to hire us and left business cards. Will proved very adept at handling this so I let him deal with it.
Mandy, Neil, Holly,and Brett were at the beach bar. “You were both brilliant, I can’t wait to work with you on something,” Mandy said keenly. Neil fist bumped his friend and hugged me to one side of him, lifting me off thefloor.
“Great gig, you’re sneaky, packing all that talent into a cute little package… oh and… even greater shoes.” He winked. Mandy swatted him on the arm.
“Yeah, they’re Lily’s fuck-me shoes, aren’t they just fantastic?” she replied.
Embarrassed bySaffy, I briefly wished the floor could open and swallow me. I grabbed my purse. “Let me get the drinks, please,” I pleaded. I rummaged in my purse and saw there was a text message on my cell.
SEXPERT:FUCKING ACE! WOW I Love the fuck-me killer heels.
Annoyed that he’d ignored me again in public, I texted him back.
Pink Lady: The fuck-me heels are reserved for emotional fucking with attention to detail by the‘fuckee’.
SEXPERT: You’re a very sexy lady. When I saw you today on campus playing, I wanted to scoop you up, take you home and fuck you senseless. When I heard you play, you were inspiring and altogether too hot.
Pink Lady: Why do you ignore me?
SEXPERT: Ignore you? What am I doing now?
Pink Lady: Sitting naked holding your dick?
SEXPERT: LMAO, I meant I’m not ignoring you.
Pink Lady: You have a tongue in your head, use it.
SEXPERT: I used my tongue very well yesterday don’t you think? As for ignoring you… do you want people to know I’m your fuck buddy?
Pink Lady: Hmm, and that’s why you ignore me?
SEXPERT: hence the distant stance. Who would ever think my tongue had been where others can only dream of?
Pink Lady: Hmm… good point. Let me think about that, maybe I’ll get back to you.
SEXPERT: Can you do that quickly or I am in danger of creaming my pants at the sight of you.
Pink Lady: Easy remedy, take your pants off.
SEXPERT: I’d much rather you took them off.
Pink Lady: Take my pants off? I am not wearing pants, in case you hadn’t noticed.
SEXPERT: Oh, I noticed all right, no panties either. I saw the slightest hint of pink when you bent to put your guitar in its case with your legs open.
