Free Twisted Perfection by Abbi Glines Page B

sound,” another grumbled and pulled his guitar strap over his head.
         “What can you sing, sugar?” an older guy with a balding head asked.
         I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t ask for this. I met each of their angry and annoyed glares with one of my own. I’d heard them earlier. They weren’t that good. Who did they think they were treating me like I was here to screw up their lives on purpose? If their lead singer had paid attention to his allergies this wouldn’t have happened.
         I walked past each of them before turning to look at the one who had condescendingly asked me what I could sing. “I can sing anything you throw at me,” I replied then walked out on stage like the diva I was not .
         The familiar tune of Adele’s “Someone Like You,” began to play and I was equally relieved I knew the words and sick at my stomach because the popularity of the song was drawing attention from the guests. I had been hoping to be ignored.
    I joined the piano with the first melancholy lyrics.
         Instead of looking out at the ballroom, I locked eyes with the piano player of the group. The approval in his eyes flashed with excitement and relief as I sang each line.
         Just as I had in my room growing up, I blocked out everything else around me and I got lost in the lyrics and the music. This had been my way of coping with the craziness of my life. I used it now to deal with the reality of my life.
     
         We moved on to “Ain’t No Other Man”, the Christina Aguilera version. It got the room to wake up some with the fun tune.  So far I had managed not to make eye contact with Woods although I knew exactly where he was standing. I could feel his eyes on me.
         “Can you harmonize?” the lead guitar asked me.
         I nodded and he looked back at the other members and nodded.
         Lady Antebellum’s “Just A Kiss” started up.
         We had successfully made it to the bridge when I glanced out over the room to see Woods dancing with a tall elegant blonde. I knew I needed to look away. Seeing him and having an image of him with her on my brain would drive me crazy. But I couldn’t. She smiled up at him and talked as he looked over her shoulder at nothing really. He seemed cold. Nothing like the guy I’d been with.
         This time he must have felt my eyes on him because he turned his head my way and our gazes met. Each word sounded like I was singing to him. I wasn’t. I couldn’t be. But it felt that way. As the song came to an end I tore my eyes off him and swore to myself I wouldn’t look his way again.
     
         An hour later I’d conquered everything they’d thrown at me. Even the Bruno Mars songs.  The pianist slapped me on the back and beamed at me as I walked off the stage.
         “You killed it, sugar,” the balding bass player called out.
         “Anytime you want to join us you’re welcome. Sure can’t sing duets with JJ,” the lead guitarist said. I assumed JJ must be the lead singer.
         I threw one last smile over my shoulder. I wasn’t sticking around. I needed to be alone. Watching Woods hold his fiancée had been difficult. She’d been beautiful and perfect. She’d looked safe in his arms. I understood how that felt. Something about being with Woods made you feel safe. I envied her.
     
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           Spring Break was in full swing in Rosemary and Bethy hadn’t been exaggerating. This place was filled up with people. I worked five days a week and most days I worked two shifts.  The money was good and I enjoyed working with everyone. Seeing Woods was easier now.
         We managed to treat each other with polite indifference. It hurt sometimes when I thought he was watching me and I’d turn to look at him to find he hadn’t been looking my way