Sing for Me

Devoted to You

We pull up to the Howard residence. Each step of the entrance was familiar under my feet. The once relaxing walls now filled shoulder to shoulder with pricks. It's lively, with music playing and guests exchanging conversation. I didn't seem to recognize many people majority of them being Vault Tech employees. Louis grabs a couple of drinks before dragging Heather and her boyfriend away to meet people.

"This ain't much of a party. Looks like a big business deal." Johnny notes. I shake my head in disappointment. "This party sucks. Just wait until you come to the after-parties of the tour. They're so fun." Johnny smirks as he swipes two glasses of whisky. I hate whisky. Cooper would've never gotten me a glass of whiskey. He knows my favorite wine and would have it on tap waiting for me.

We made acquaintance with a few people on the camera crew. One happened to be an assistant on the set of a music video I made a while back. "I LOVED that song!" She sings it drunkenly causing me to laugh. I took pictures with several of the Vault Tech employees mimicking my famous Nuka Cola pose. Little by little the night eased with the whiskey. I was relaxed. Given it had something to do with the amount of drugs and alcohol in my system but I'll take happiness as it comes.

Now outside in the large gazebo in the garden we loudly socialize. Johnny sits smoking away, Heather and her boyfriend are all cuddling up talking to some other couple, Louis is in the middle sweet-talking some businessman for all he's worth, and here I am swaying drunkenly to a song in my head in the middle of the freshly cut grass.

I spot a familiar figure exiting the house. The skinny guy walking down our way. "My piano man! Henry!" I laugh with open arms beckoning him into a hug. His face is bright red as he pulls away. "(Y/n), it... it's so good to see you. I didn't think you would remember me."

"Friends, this is Henry MacLean. He can play the piano like no other. On the spot too!" My group welcomes him in nicely, all of us too buzzed to give a damn. Johnny stands with a smile, "there's a piano inside." I look at him and scoff, "Ah, don't make me sing."

Henry shrugs, certainly not going to turn down the opportunity to play for me. "I can play by ear,"

"You should've heard her earlier in the shower. She was singing this beautiful song. I had never heard it before." Heather says as she leans up. "That's because it's unreleased. I'm still working on it. It's a new project." Heather frowned, "it was so beautiful but sounded so sad." I shrug, "All my songs can't be happy." Especially when all I can compose is depressing ballads. The only emotion I can feel when I try to write a song is want, and an ache burns in my chest. I want Cooper. I dream of a life where we were together. I love him, and I forever will. I am bound to him as roots are to a tree. Never seen, hidden beneath the beautiful growth of nature.

Johnny tosses his arm over my shoulders. "Come on everyone, Miss America here is going to sing us a song."

~

I walk down the steps leading to the pool, "Excuse me. Your wine." I place my cigarette in the glass before passing the waitress and sitting in front of my friend, "Well, shit, Seabass. You might be the only one of my invites who actually showed up." He nods with a small smile. "Not all true, (y/n) seems to be having a swell time." I look in the direction of his gesture. She's swaying in the grass barefoot, without a care. A pure beauty in the mixture of facade company. I would give anything to go over to her, sweep her off her feet, and drag her to the bedroom. Peppering her skin with kisses as I make up for the time I have lost with her.

I suck in a breath, returning to the conversation at hand. "Not our usual scene, I'll give you that." He hums with a flat smile, "I think our Hollywood actor friends don't want to be seen celebrating with the pitchman for the end of the world." I shake my head, "Oh, you don't know the half of it. You hear I lost a movie over these ads?" He looks at me in all seriousness, "No." "Yeah, showed up to set, the actors wouldn't come out of their trailers. Bonnie Lewis said it was on moral grounds."