Here's the first chapter. It's a work in progress and I want to see what everyone's take on it, is. So please be lovely dolls and comment/vote.
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My eyes slowly scanned the packed bar, moments later they finally landed on the stage. It was open mic night and I'd forced myself to come tonight for one specific reason. I could feel my heartbeat pick up at just the simple thought of going up there. I hadn't done it in so long and I was afraid the memories would just come rushing back. Somehow my inner voice had convinced me that I really needed to do this, not just for me, but for him too.
I slowly took a deep breath and raised the cool glass to my lips, my eyes still set on the stage. Tequila had always been my weakness and right now it was giving me the courage I really needed to go through with this.
I'd been so focused and lost in my own thoughts that the sudden voice beside me startled the hell out of me. I quickly turned to my left, causing a sharp pain to shoot down my neck.
"Fucking shit." I mumbled to myself, rubbing my neck in a weak attempt to make the pain go away.
"You okay babygirl?" He said, his voice calm yet laced with a bit of amusement. I looked at him and gave him my best reassuring smile.
"Yeah, just moved my head too quickly." I said as I placed the now empty glass onto the table.
"So, " he said, extending the 'o'. My eyes quickly flickered down to his full lips and back up to his dark brown eyes. "You gonna miss me?"
A smirk stretched across his lips, causing small butterflies to start up in the pits of my stomach. I quickly squashed it, not wanting to have to deal with these unnecessary feelings I'd been having lately. I scoffed, my lips slowly easing into a smile.
"Hell no, stop acting like you're even slightly important to me." I said teasingly, making him chuckle. I closed my eyes for a second trying to commit to memory his laugh.
"Yeah, I'll miss you too." he said as he took a sip of his beer. My eyes darting to his lips once more. Jesus what was wrong with me? I couldn't have feelings for my bestfriend, that's just weird. I shook my head of the awkward thoughts and tore my gaze away, looking over to the stage. The guy I'd talked to about performing was standing at the edge of it searching the crowd for something. I was about to look away when his eyes landed on me, relief washing over his face. He raised his hand and made a "come here" motion.
"Shit." I muttered under my breath. It was time to go up and I was 99% sure that the tequila hadn't kicked in it because I was definitely not feeling courageous. I nodded over at him, reassuring him that I would be over in a bit. I needed to do this. I'd once loved singing, and it was time to finally get back what once had made me so happy.
I stood up quickly, making myself a bit dizzy. Proof that the tequila definitely WAS kicking in now. I smoothed down my simple hugging black dress and shook my combat boot covered feet. I felt like I was about to get into a ring and box, so weird.
"Where are you going?" He asked sounding curious. I looked down at him and took in his appearance. He somehow managed to make a simple white cotton shirt look so good. Maybe it was the tattoos peaking from under his sleeves. The black intricate lines on his dark skin, clashing with the pure white shirt. I'd always been a sucker for a guy with tattoos. He had a black beanie on his head making him look even cuter.
I snapped out of my trance before it became too obvious that I'd been checking him out and cleared my throat.
"Uhm. .." I trailed off, my eyes darting to the stage. "Just, watch." I finished discreetly. I glanced at his confused face one last time before making my way over to the stage. The guy was still standing there with a microphone in his hands. I stopped in front of him and nervously wrung my hands together.
