ground. Sienna picked out a 126/408
black tank dress, with a dozen chains around the waist that hung as a belt around her hips. We bought two large hot pink flowers to put into our hair and tie our outfits together. It worked to tie our outfits together and gave us an island look.
***
We worked up a set list with the band that was half their regular songs and half our picks. The crowd was light at first, but the party started early for a vacation schedule. By ten thirty the crowd was big and we were getting lost in our performance.
We took a break and had some water and then our first song back was one of our own originals. It was a ballad, where I sang the lead and Sienna joined in on the chorus. We wrote the song in our senior year in high school, when things seemed much simpler.
“Missing half” was about a couple that meets and falls in love, and they realize that each 127/408
was the other’s missing half. I closed my eyes as I sang it and let the emotion of the words wash over me.
When the last note played, I felt drained and opened my eyes to a huge ap-plause from the crowd. I smiled and looked around, spotting Jack leaning against the corner of a doorway staring at me. My heart skipped a beat when our eyes locked. Everyone else seemed to be applauding or smiling, but he just stood there watching me with a serious look on his face and a drink in his hand. I directed a small smile at him and tiled my head in question toward him. He held up his drink in cheers and I watched as he drank the full glass empty.
Sienna knocked me out of my monetary haze. “Hey, that was incredible, Syd. We should do a cover song now to bring the crowd into the show. Something they know so they could join in.” 128/408
I nodded and we picked an upbeat song that was popular with the drunken sing-a-long crowds. Sienna and I took turns singing to each other and harmonized at the chorus to the song. When it was Sienna’s turn to sign, I scanned the crowd looking for Jack, but he was gone. I tried not to let it upset me that he disappeared as fast as he came, but I couldn’t help but look for him the rest of the night.
We sang our last song some time after midnight and the house band continued to play. Sienna was on a high from the show and, although I had a great time, I was still a little disappointed that Jack hadn’t stayed.
Sienna ordered our usual post show shots and a crowd gathered around us to tell us how much they enjoyed the show. A couple recognized Sienna from her days with the band and they bought our second round.
Two handsome men complimented me on the show and asked if they could buy us our 129/408
next round. Sienna accepted for both of us and we sat around talking for a while. My heart wasn’t in it, but they were nice and I didn’t want to be rude.
The taller of the two men asked me to dance when a slow song came on, and I politely declined. He grabbed my hand and tugged playfully at me to follow, but I was reluctant and really didn’t want to go.
“Get your fucking hands off of her.” Jack’s voice from behind me sent a shiver up my spine.
“Mind your own business asshole, we are just being friendly.” The poor guy must have thought a random man was coming to my rescue after misreading the situ-ation when he tried to pull me to the dance floor.
Jack turned me on my stool to face him. His green eyes blazing, “You want this 130/408
guy touching you babe?” His face was serious and I could see the rage barely beneath the surface.
“No, but…”
His eyes didn’t leave mine but his voice was clearly directed at the guy. “Get.
The. Fuck. Away. From. Her.” Through the corner of my eyes I saw the guy take a few steps back, but I didn’t dare look away from Jack.
“You coming with me, or do I have to carry you out of here?” I searched his face, and I knew he was serious, yet my legs weren’t moving.
He leaned in close to me, “5, 4, 3…” I jumped up and he wrapped his arm tight
black tank dress, with a dozen chains around the waist that hung as a belt around her hips. We bought two large hot pink flowers to put into our hair and tie our outfits together. It worked to tie our outfits together and gave us an island look.
***
We worked up a set list with the band that was half their regular songs and half our picks. The crowd was light at first, but the party started early for a vacation schedule. By ten thirty the crowd was big and we were getting lost in our performance.
We took a break and had some water and then our first song back was one of our own originals. It was a ballad, where I sang the lead and Sienna joined in on the chorus. We wrote the song in our senior year in high school, when things seemed much simpler.
“Missing half” was about a couple that meets and falls in love, and they realize that each 127/408
was the other’s missing half. I closed my eyes as I sang it and let the emotion of the words wash over me.
When the last note played, I felt drained and opened my eyes to a huge ap-plause from the crowd. I smiled and looked around, spotting Jack leaning against the corner of a doorway staring at me. My heart skipped a beat when our eyes locked. Everyone else seemed to be applauding or smiling, but he just stood there watching me with a serious look on his face and a drink in his hand. I directed a small smile at him and tiled my head in question toward him. He held up his drink in cheers and I watched as he drank the full glass empty.
Sienna knocked me out of my monetary haze. “Hey, that was incredible, Syd. We should do a cover song now to bring the crowd into the show. Something they know so they could join in.” 128/408
I nodded and we picked an upbeat song that was popular with the drunken sing-a-long crowds. Sienna and I took turns singing to each other and harmonized at the chorus to the song. When it was Sienna’s turn to sign, I scanned the crowd looking for Jack, but he was gone. I tried not to let it upset me that he disappeared as fast as he came, but I couldn’t help but look for him the rest of the night.
We sang our last song some time after midnight and the house band continued to play. Sienna was on a high from the show and, although I had a great time, I was still a little disappointed that Jack hadn’t stayed.
Sienna ordered our usual post show shots and a crowd gathered around us to tell us how much they enjoyed the show. A couple recognized Sienna from her days with the band and they bought our second round.
Two handsome men complimented me on the show and asked if they could buy us our 129/408
next round. Sienna accepted for both of us and we sat around talking for a while. My heart wasn’t in it, but they were nice and I didn’t want to be rude.
The taller of the two men asked me to dance when a slow song came on, and I politely declined. He grabbed my hand and tugged playfully at me to follow, but I was reluctant and really didn’t want to go.
“Get your fucking hands off of her.” Jack’s voice from behind me sent a shiver up my spine.
“Mind your own business asshole, we are just being friendly.” The poor guy must have thought a random man was coming to my rescue after misreading the situ-ation when he tried to pull me to the dance floor.
Jack turned me on my stool to face him. His green eyes blazing, “You want this 130/408
guy touching you babe?” His face was serious and I could see the rage barely beneath the surface.
“No, but…”
His eyes didn’t leave mine but his voice was clearly directed at the guy. “Get.
The. Fuck. Away. From. Her.” Through the corner of my eyes I saw the guy take a few steps back, but I didn’t dare look away from Jack.
“You coming with me, or do I have to carry you out of here?” I searched his face, and I knew he was serious, yet my legs weren’t moving.
He leaned in close to me, “5, 4, 3…” I jumped up and he wrapped his arm tight
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