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Authors: Rachel Higginson, Lila Felix
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those lies. You know that, right?” Carter laughed.
I shook my head and let my ridiculous curls fly. “Mmm-mmm, no way. Jesus’ favorite people were sinners. It was all those religious guys he couldn’t stand.” I grinned at her and waited for her next smart-ass remark.
Before she could come up with something snarky, the stage cleared and our turn was up. I looked at the monitor that revealed our song and burst into laughter. Carter joined me when she saw the title of our song.
Oh, gosh, no wonder these guys had chickened out.
I grinned at my partner in crime and then turned my attention to Bridger as he sat alone at a small table in the middle of the room. His arms were crossed against his chest and his drink had been drained. He looked obnoxiously uncomfortable. Part of me loved that he got so easily unsettled- especially if I was the one doing the unsettling. But the other part of me hated that he seemed so itchy in his own skin.
There was something seriously going on with this boy and I decided karaoke was just step numero uno in my new crusade to save Bridger Wright from himself.
Maybe I needed a little cloud cover in my life to save me from skin cancer- or, er, all the cancers. And maybe Bridger needed some sunshine in his world.
“All right, stop,” I rapped as the familiar music popped to life in the speakers all around me. “Collaborate and listen. Ice is back with my brand new invention…”
Thankfully, as Carter and I rapped our little hearts out to Ice, Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice, the music drowned out our own voices. Sure, the room would be able to hear them no problem with the amplifiers and mics, but our own ears were blissfully lost in the soundtrack.
Carter and I laughed throughout the song but hit most of the lyrics. I couldn’t sing any better than a stray dog howling at the moon, but my rapping skills were surprisingly skilled.
Plus, Carter and I loved to dance, so there was plenty of that on stage. By the time I shouted out, “Word to your mother!” the entire place was on their feet shouting and clapping for us.
I threw my head back and laughed at their easy praise. Talented we were not, but our entertainment value could not be beat.
We passed our mics off to the DJ and jumped off stage. Two guys headed straight for us as soon as our feet touched the ground. They were both attractive and easily eye-catching with their pretty boy looks and clean cut style. By the familiarity they eyed Carter with, I had no doubt this was Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. So I ducked under one of their arms and darted off for Bridger.
I would be courteous later, but right now I had to see Bridger’s reaction to my impromptu rapping. I’d lost sight of him when everyone stood up, plus I’d been a little wrapped up in the music.
When I finally pushed through to the table I’d spotted him at earlier, he sat there with his arms still crossed and his legs stretched out. A bored expression twisted his lips downward and even though I knew he could see my red curls and vibrantly cherry-red mini skirt, not to mention my favorite pair of purple cowboy boots, out of the corner of his eye, he refused to turn to look at me.
So I did the only thing I could think of.
I let out a weary sigh and plopped myself right down in Bridger’s lap. When his head snapped my way out of shock and not a little bit of horror, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the forehead.
“You’re next,” I told him. “I signed you up for Celine Dion. You’ve got about five minutes to get ready.” He sputtered and his mouth made these fish-out-of-water movements that made me laugh hysterically. “I’m completely kidding! Do not have a heart attack on me! My Granddaddy would for sure condemn me to hell if I killed you!”
His lips twitched like he wanted to smile, but the only thing I got out of him was a mumble that sounded suspiciously like, “It’s not the heart attack that’s going to kill me, it’s this
I shook my head and let my ridiculous curls fly. “Mmm-mmm, no way. Jesus’ favorite people were sinners. It was all those religious guys he couldn’t stand.” I grinned at her and waited for her next smart-ass remark.
Before she could come up with something snarky, the stage cleared and our turn was up. I looked at the monitor that revealed our song and burst into laughter. Carter joined me when she saw the title of our song.
Oh, gosh, no wonder these guys had chickened out.
I grinned at my partner in crime and then turned my attention to Bridger as he sat alone at a small table in the middle of the room. His arms were crossed against his chest and his drink had been drained. He looked obnoxiously uncomfortable. Part of me loved that he got so easily unsettled- especially if I was the one doing the unsettling. But the other part of me hated that he seemed so itchy in his own skin.
There was something seriously going on with this boy and I decided karaoke was just step numero uno in my new crusade to save Bridger Wright from himself.
Maybe I needed a little cloud cover in my life to save me from skin cancer- or, er, all the cancers. And maybe Bridger needed some sunshine in his world.
“All right, stop,” I rapped as the familiar music popped to life in the speakers all around me. “Collaborate and listen. Ice is back with my brand new invention…”
Thankfully, as Carter and I rapped our little hearts out to Ice, Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice, the music drowned out our own voices. Sure, the room would be able to hear them no problem with the amplifiers and mics, but our own ears were blissfully lost in the soundtrack.
Carter and I laughed throughout the song but hit most of the lyrics. I couldn’t sing any better than a stray dog howling at the moon, but my rapping skills were surprisingly skilled.
Plus, Carter and I loved to dance, so there was plenty of that on stage. By the time I shouted out, “Word to your mother!” the entire place was on their feet shouting and clapping for us.
I threw my head back and laughed at their easy praise. Talented we were not, but our entertainment value could not be beat.
We passed our mics off to the DJ and jumped off stage. Two guys headed straight for us as soon as our feet touched the ground. They were both attractive and easily eye-catching with their pretty boy looks and clean cut style. By the familiarity they eyed Carter with, I had no doubt this was Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. So I ducked under one of their arms and darted off for Bridger.
I would be courteous later, but right now I had to see Bridger’s reaction to my impromptu rapping. I’d lost sight of him when everyone stood up, plus I’d been a little wrapped up in the music.
When I finally pushed through to the table I’d spotted him at earlier, he sat there with his arms still crossed and his legs stretched out. A bored expression twisted his lips downward and even though I knew he could see my red curls and vibrantly cherry-red mini skirt, not to mention my favorite pair of purple cowboy boots, out of the corner of his eye, he refused to turn to look at me.
So I did the only thing I could think of.
I let out a weary sigh and plopped myself right down in Bridger’s lap. When his head snapped my way out of shock and not a little bit of horror, I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the forehead.
“You’re next,” I told him. “I signed you up for Celine Dion. You’ve got about five minutes to get ready.” He sputtered and his mouth made these fish-out-of-water movements that made me laugh hysterically. “I’m completely kidding! Do not have a heart attack on me! My Granddaddy would for sure condemn me to hell if I killed you!”
His lips twitched like he wanted to smile, but the only thing I got out of him was a mumble that sounded suspiciously like, “It’s not the heart attack that’s going to kill me, it’s this
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