Grace Notes

Chapter 42

Lola's POV-

When Lorenzo and I arrived at the club, it was clear that tonight was particularly crowded. For whatever reason, I wasn't sure, although I was definitely itching to find out. Was there a special band playing, or perhaps a local celebrity? It wasn't very often something like that happened, however, it wasn't something that had never happened.

"There's never this many people here" I shouted to Lorenzo over the pounding music as we tried to edge our way through the door.

"It's a weekend" he shrugged. "Clubs are usually packed on Friday and Saturday nights. Don't you usually go on Saturdays?"

"Saturdays or Fridays" I replied. "Depends on my schedule and if I feel like going out, but they do karaoke both nights"

"Try not to get separated" he hummed, craning his neck to find the bouncer. "You could lose a fucking elephant in here"

"Follow me" I grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward where I knew the table to be.

The man working tonight looked between both of us, then grabbed a neon yellow wrist band for us each.

"He didn't ID us" Lorenzo observed as we walked away.

"They know me, and you are clearly over twenty one" I kept leading him through the crowd toward the DJ.

"Good evening Lola" he smiled up at me. "What song tonight?"

I looked at Lorenzo.

"Empire State of Mind?" he suggested. "I rap, you sing Alicia's bit?"

"Don't you think that may be a little difficult?"

"I think you have the pipes" he smirked.

"I meant for you, Dumbo. Can you rap?"

"Oh, Lovebug, just you wait and see"

"Then Empire State of Mind, it is" my eyes flickered back to the DJ.

"I have you in the queue" he gave me a quick thumbs up. 

"Perfect"

"Do you want to get drinks while we wait?" Lorenzo asked me.

"Sure"

We walked over to the bar, and when Michael walked over, his face looked confused. "No Harry?"

"Not tonight" I shook my head. "He's busy at the recording studio"

"What a shame" he sighed.

"Why?"

"Everyone has been hanging around here since he's been spotted here frequently on weekends" he started mixing a margarita-I guess he knew by now that I never settled for anything different. "He's made quite the impression, and I think people have been wanting to hear him live that haven't yet"

"Is that why it's so freaking crowded?" I wondered.

He nodded.

"Yeah, I think his manager is going to shelter him from amateur performances for now" Lorenzo spoke up.

Michael stared at him, shaking my drink in the mixer. "You are who?"

"He works at the studio, too"

"I'm the fill-in date" he clarified.

"Fill-in date" Michael repeated. "What can I get for you?"

"What do you have on tap?"

"Blue Moon, Samuel Adams, Heineken, Corona..."