I grab her waist and pull her close to my body. I look deep into her brown eyes, swirling with emotion before glancing down at her lips whilst biting my own bottom lip. I look back into her eyes and gently grab her cheek with my left hand, keeping the right on her hip.
Slowly, I lean in and...
Wait.
I feel like I should start from the beginning.
It all started with a duet...
-//-
I take a deep breath. This may be my job but I still get nervous every night and this night was no different. In fact tonight I was even more anxious because I wasn't sure if it was going to go to plan. It was risky, but my boss wanted me to do it, plus she was my best friend and it's hard to say no to her.
"You're on."
I nod at the guy, Mike his name was, take another deep breath and move through the curtain, sitting on the stool in the middle of the stage.
"Hey everyone." I announce into the microphone, causing a ripple of applause and a couple cheers from the regulars. "Welcome to Snix, hope you are all having a good night so far."
A few people decide to respond, shouting that they're having a great night, clearly being fuelled by the alcohol pulsing through their veins. Of course I'm used to this by now, having worked here since I graduated high school four years ago. The bar was originally owned by a kind old man, Mr Taylor but Santana Lopez had soon bought it off him and renamed it after her alter ego Snix. I initially started working for Mr Taylor as a bar woman but Santana promoted me to Saturday night entertainment and I often covered other nights too.
"I'm going to try something new tonight. I'm going to start singing a duet that will be unknown to a lot of you and whoever can join in at the correct moment with the correct lyrics will win free drinks for an evening of their choosing. So let's hope it isn't a song everyone knows otherwise Santana will go out of business and I kinda need this job." I joke. "At the same time I hope at least one person knows it so it's not incredibly awkward."
Once the noise caused by excitement calms down I pick up my ukulele and begin strumming before joining in to sing the male part of the song.
"I saw you,
With that ribbon in your hair.
Think that I began to stare,
Maybe I'll love you for a while.
A stranger,
At a table in a place,
And that really pretty face.
I wonder what happens,
When you smile."
I glance around the room, trying to spot someone that looks like they recognise the song but can't see much due to the bright spotlight on me and the dim light over the rest of the bar. I continue singing, hoping someone will pick up the next verse when the female vocals start.
"I might never be your hero,
Never been one to fight,
That don't mean that I can't be your Valentine.
I won't be your saviour either,
Couldn't even if I tried,
But I think that I could be someone you like.
Someone you like."
As I strum the next chord on the ukulele a voice sounds out from near the bar, my head snaps up but I can't spot the owner of the voice.
"Reading,
In a coffee shop we share.
Hiding shy behind my hair,
Watching our movie in my mind.
I promise,
Promise not to fly away.
Make a story of today,
Come on, give me a try.
"Now I might never stop your sorrow,
Fix you up good as new,
But that don't mean that I can't hold your hand in mine.
I might never say I'm sorry,
Even if I've done you wrong,
But I think I could be someone you like.
Someone you like."
