Eleven Favours I Owe Him (Kismet-on hold)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

My jaw nearly smacks the table as I stare at my mother. Her conspiratorical glace to the person called Will sinking in now.

No, no, no.

With wide eyes, I feel like my eyes is just about to pop out of their sockets. I'm feeling dizzy, heart drumming like crazy. I've never performed in front of people ever-not since I hurled meatballs on stage andneither do I plan doing that that my entire life.

But mom clearly has a different plans for me. I look at her, a proud smile plastered on her face. It takes me a while to get a grip of myself, still considering the high probability that my mom was just kidding.

Anytime now she'll shout 'April fools.' Yeah, that's it. April fools maybe? In the middle of September?

I wait but she adds nothing else.

"Mom, you're just kidding, right?" My voice shaky, and a nervous chuckle comes out.

"But you have such a nice voice; we can't let it go to waste." She replies, a big goofy grin on her face.

"Mom, you knew that I've been really shy since that incident. You remember right?" I inquire dubiously.

"What is this incident you are talking about?" She said musingly, completely unsure of what I'm referring to.

"The one in third-grade?" I mumble, in annoyance having to remember the unfaithful event, and the recent event that shook my world; the other reason I started to utterly hate crowds. But I leave the latter reason behind.

She looks at me with empty eyes, seeming to have forgotten the event that scarred me for life. Then a look of amusement and remembrance crosses her face, she snickers lightly as she remembers.

"Pfft. That." She chuckles. I stare at her tick for her insensitivity of the subject but it makes me blush of embarrassment and forget my previous notion. "Come on Emily, that was a long time ago, and you were actually sick."

"Mom, you're not making this any easier by laughing at me, and being sick doesn't make it any different, " I huff indignantly, half annoyed that she had forgotten the meatball catastrophe.

I give her a desperate look, my eyes wide.

"Give it some thought, It would be an easy job. You said you want to find you a job right? This way I know you are safe. And besides you're not performing alone. Will's son will be performing with you and he goes to your school." She smiles reassuringly, somehow, the addition of another person gives me more creep.

"Someone else I don't know? Great, just great." I state in an acidic tone, the unexpected bitterness leaves my mouth dry.

"Look, I think you know him. He goes to your school. He's coming down here in a bit." She glances at her watch before she pushes her chair back to stand.

"Gotta go honey. Just wait here, drinks are on the house. Will owns this place. Think about it for me, please? You can't just leave me hanging, right?" She peck my cheek before she donns her black apron.

She leaves me gapping, tongue tied and at loss for words. She's got to be crazy, insane. Unbelievable.

I ought to give it to her though, she has a point. It's the easiest job I will ever find out there. It's simple and I don't have to have a direct contact with others.

I just have to sing. In front of a crowd.

Okay, I'm freaking out now.

And how can she know that I know the guy I'm singing with. There has got to be at least a thousand of kids in that school and chances of me knowing any from the sea of male strangers is 1 to 500. Right now, I surely just hope that he will be nice.