duet | seven
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The next few days were all duet nights, but not once was it Kayla on the stage.
Holden was starting to get worried, but all he felt was helplessness since he didn't have any way of contacting Kayla. He had tried approaching Larry, and the only vague answer he'd gotten was that Kayla simply said she couldn't make it.
To Holden, Kayla didn't look like someone who gives up easily on something that she had set her mind on. If she accepted the offer of being a singer at Cerulean Pub, she looked like the type that would give it her all, unless she was no longer interested in it.
Throughout these days, Holden missed her voice.
He missed having her by his side whenever the tunes were amplified across the pub.
And more importantly, he missed the intentional yet natural gazes that they casted toward each other as they belted out songs at the top of their lungs. He felt that such minute attention was what formed the attraction.
And to confirm it, he needed more of it.
When the final song ended, Holden quickly thanked the substitute - whom he didn't bother catching the name of - and made his way to find Larry.
"Hey Larry."
"What's up? Everything okay?"
Here goes nothing. "Yeah. I was wondering if you could... perhaps pass me the address of Kayla?"
Larry's eyes widened. "Kayla?"
"Uh, she has been missing out a few nights and I just want to make sure she's alright."
Despite Holden's attempt to be vague, Larry seemed to caught on it. "You like her, don't you?"
"W-What?"
Larry laughed. "C'mon, don't try to put on a facade in front of me. Else, I might not give you the details."
Holden rolled his eyes, trying to push the embarrassment down.
For the sake of Kayla, he encouraged himself.
He lifted his eyes back up at Larry, who was staring at him expectantly. Holden rubbed the back of his neck, and let out a heavy sigh.
"Yeah, I have a thing for her," he admitted. "Now, give me the details."
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thank you so much for reading!
signing off,
brenda ♡
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Short StoryIt is known that you can't have high hopes in someone you meet in a pub. But a microphone in hand could make a whole lot of difference.