"Harry, there is not a single song that you could play of yours that I wouldn't know every word to. I love them all. I just told you that Fine Line changed my life. Take the fucking compliment."
I raised my brows at her and lifted my chin up slightl...
Harry linked his phone to my Bluetooth speaker while I stood up and started stretching dramatically, swinging my arms across one another in front of my chest a few times and rolling my head in small circles before bouncing on my feet a few times. The burn of the whiskey lingered in my throat, which was unpleasant, so I reached down and picked up Harry's water glass to take a few sips. I usually don't just drink whiskey by itself. As much as I'd like to be one of those people, I prefer to mix it. But these circumstances were... unprecedented.
His eyes danced in amusement as he watched my theatrics before returning his focus to his phone. "Let's see here..." he mumbled, taking another look at me. His eyes focused on mine, then up and down my body, then all around our surroundings. He looked at the artwork littered across the living room walls and lingered his gaze on them for a bit longer than when he originally arrived. He looked at the bookshelf on the wall beside the couch, tapping his index and middle fingers across his lips.
He was searching for any telling hints that would help him determine what songs he could use to test me. I snickered as I continued my warm-up performance in the middle of the living room, gently twisting my torso from left to right a few times. It was hilarious that he was doubting me. All my nerves had finally dissipated with this new distraction for my mind and body, feeling so excited to prove him wrong.
My entire body felt warm with confidence as the song started. I paused my stretches and looked at him with wide eyes as I got another idea. I ran up the narrow steps to my lofted bedroom space, leaving him laughing in the living room. "What are you doing? I started the song!" He yelled up at me, but couldn't see me anymore.
"One moment!" I opened up my closet's sliding door, immediately finding and pulling out what I was looking for. "This intro is like a minute long. I only need twenty seconds." I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulling them down to my ankles. I sat on my light purple comforter and kicked the jeans off, then grabbed the glittering silver sequined fabric off the hanger and slid the wide-legged pants on. Once I tucked in the bottom of my purple top and clasped the button at my waist, I hurled the matching blazer on over my shoulders. I did up the two thick buttons, one on top of the other over my tummy area. I grabbed my round brush from my vanity and hurried back down the stairs.
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Harry had a gleam in his eye as he took in my new outfit. "You're about to prove me so wrong, aren't you," he said as more of a statement than a question. "That's a great suit."
I grinned at him then cupped my hand around my ear, listening to figure out how much time was left in the intro.
"I really saw an angel..."
I had a little bit of time left. I ran into the kitchen and started flicking light switches. I turned off the main lights in the kitchen and living room, and flicked on the smaller lights under the cabinets that glowed down calmly onto the counter tops. Then I scurried over to the coffee table in the living room and picked up a small remote, pointing it up to the strips of LED lights that rested at the top of each of the four walls. I clicked through a few of the color options until they beamed white, then clicked through the effects until I selected the slow fade option. The white light faded in and out from above us like a steady heartbeat.
