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Authors: Ra'Chael Ohara
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mumble. I step on the small stage.
I cannot believe I’m about to do this.
Please, God, don’t let me throw up…or pass out. Oh bloody hell, how embarrassing would that be?
Goodness, those lights are bright.
Maybe I should have taken that shot?
I’m so lost in having an entire conversation with myself, I almost miss the start of the song I picked—Rachel Platten’s “ Fight Song . ” I’ve heard this song a million times and have sung it more than that. Since the first time I listened to it, I connected to it. I felt every word. This song is me.
I open my mouth to sing, but the nervousness overcomes me, making my voice shaky and just a little off pitch. I fight the urge to run off stage and hide in a closet until morning and begin to scan the bar and crowd for something, anything, to focus on.
I’m just giving up hope when I see Phoenix weave through the crowd and stand right in front of the stage My whole body settles when our eyes meet. There’s no way I can hear him, and I can barely even see him, but I know he just mouthed the words, “Just look at me,” so I do.
I don’t know why or even how, but just his mere presence has every other patron in this pub disappear. Then something else happens. My eyes close, and a different kind of feeling settles over me. Confidence.
I grew up singing hymns in my father’s little church. I know I can sing. I’ve been told multiple times I have a beautiful voice. In truth, it was the one and only thing my mother and father ever praised me for.
It’s not about my voice. That’s not what has me petrified. It’s being the center of attention. For a girl like me, that’s the worst possible situation, but in this moment, I don’t care. I don’t know who I am, but I’m not the Caroline Taylor who shies away from moments like this. I open my mouth and sing with everything I have, with my entire soul, and I have fun.
Before I know it, my eyes are open, I’m smiling and dancing, and the crowd is clapping and cheering along. Well, everyone except Phoenix is clapping. He’s standing in the front of the crowd, his eyes glued to me, and he’s wearing a look of what can only be described as desire. Goosebumps scatter all over my body.
I sing for him, I sing for the crowd, but most of all, I sing for myself. I’m done letting my childhood chase me into seclusion. I’m done letting one past heartbreak imprison me into a life of loneliness, and I’m done letting Phoenix take his sweet ass time. If it kills me, he will be mine.
The song comes to an end and the whole pub is soon drowned in the sound of everyone clapping and cheering. I don’t even have the microphone on the stand all the way before Phoenix jumps up on the stage.
I squeal when he wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me up in the air to spin me around. “Holy shit! You fucking sing like an angel, baby girl!”
“Thank you.” I laugh. I’m thanking him for more than the compliment. I’m thanking him for pushing me to do this.
“Seriously! I cannot believe what I just heard. How long have you been hiding that?”
I look at him when he sets me back on my feet. His face beams so bright, one would think he was up on the stage singing. We’re riding the same high. Emotions are soaring, and that’s why I don’t hold it back anymore. I take us both by surprise. Bloody hell, I take the whole pub by surprise when I finally take what I want.
The moment my lips touch his, his whole body freezes, and I’m petrified that I’ve made a mistake, that I read this entire situation wrong. My fears are squashed when he gently grabs my face and kisses me back. Holy. Shit. Does he kiss back.
I’ve read thousands and thousands of books and I’ve kissed before. I read all about how the sparks are supposed to fly, how you’re supposed to feel that kiss throughout your entire body. I thought it was a lie. It was all make believe, just like all the fairy tales, but this kiss with Phoenix is proving me
I cannot believe I’m about to do this.
Please, God, don’t let me throw up…or pass out. Oh bloody hell, how embarrassing would that be?
Goodness, those lights are bright.
Maybe I should have taken that shot?
I’m so lost in having an entire conversation with myself, I almost miss the start of the song I picked—Rachel Platten’s “ Fight Song . ” I’ve heard this song a million times and have sung it more than that. Since the first time I listened to it, I connected to it. I felt every word. This song is me.
I open my mouth to sing, but the nervousness overcomes me, making my voice shaky and just a little off pitch. I fight the urge to run off stage and hide in a closet until morning and begin to scan the bar and crowd for something, anything, to focus on.
I’m just giving up hope when I see Phoenix weave through the crowd and stand right in front of the stage My whole body settles when our eyes meet. There’s no way I can hear him, and I can barely even see him, but I know he just mouthed the words, “Just look at me,” so I do.
I don’t know why or even how, but just his mere presence has every other patron in this pub disappear. Then something else happens. My eyes close, and a different kind of feeling settles over me. Confidence.
I grew up singing hymns in my father’s little church. I know I can sing. I’ve been told multiple times I have a beautiful voice. In truth, it was the one and only thing my mother and father ever praised me for.
It’s not about my voice. That’s not what has me petrified. It’s being the center of attention. For a girl like me, that’s the worst possible situation, but in this moment, I don’t care. I don’t know who I am, but I’m not the Caroline Taylor who shies away from moments like this. I open my mouth and sing with everything I have, with my entire soul, and I have fun.
Before I know it, my eyes are open, I’m smiling and dancing, and the crowd is clapping and cheering along. Well, everyone except Phoenix is clapping. He’s standing in the front of the crowd, his eyes glued to me, and he’s wearing a look of what can only be described as desire. Goosebumps scatter all over my body.
I sing for him, I sing for the crowd, but most of all, I sing for myself. I’m done letting my childhood chase me into seclusion. I’m done letting one past heartbreak imprison me into a life of loneliness, and I’m done letting Phoenix take his sweet ass time. If it kills me, he will be mine.
The song comes to an end and the whole pub is soon drowned in the sound of everyone clapping and cheering. I don’t even have the microphone on the stand all the way before Phoenix jumps up on the stage.
I squeal when he wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me up in the air to spin me around. “Holy shit! You fucking sing like an angel, baby girl!”
“Thank you.” I laugh. I’m thanking him for more than the compliment. I’m thanking him for pushing me to do this.
“Seriously! I cannot believe what I just heard. How long have you been hiding that?”
I look at him when he sets me back on my feet. His face beams so bright, one would think he was up on the stage singing. We’re riding the same high. Emotions are soaring, and that’s why I don’t hold it back anymore. I take us both by surprise. Bloody hell, I take the whole pub by surprise when I finally take what I want.
The moment my lips touch his, his whole body freezes, and I’m petrified that I’ve made a mistake, that I read this entire situation wrong. My fears are squashed when he gently grabs my face and kisses me back. Holy. Shit. Does he kiss back.
I’ve read thousands and thousands of books and I’ve kissed before. I read all about how the sparks are supposed to fly, how you’re supposed to feel that kiss throughout your entire body. I thought it was a lie. It was all make believe, just like all the fairy tales, but this kiss with Phoenix is proving me
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