September 28th

3.Let's be Selena Gomez for the night

**Stephy**

The feeling of uncertainty overwhelmed me as we walked into the club, I was anxious for some reason. Gripping tightly on to Svante's arm, I walked alongside him so to avoid the rowdy club.

He pushed past people, passing by a small karaoke stage, taking us to the far corner where a large table was decorated with different shot glasses of different colours illuminating the table like a spectrum.

A few people sat around the table, the few that I knew were Tasha, Carlos and Martha, the girl who worked the counter at the boutique, and the rest of the people were total strangers. I slightly panicked, I don't like strangers.

"Look who finally decided to show up" Carl called as soon as he spotted us. He had a shot in his hand and he looked a bit drunk.

Lifting himself up, grabbing a few bottles he announced for us to follow him. "Let's go, I know a spot where we can be alone." So we all followed him. The back of the club was much quieter.

The walls were a deep velvet and the booths were huge plum coloured love seats put together with a round table in the middle. The mahogany tables looked too expensive to be in this place as they were decorated with intricate designs along the edges making its way to the center joining together to make a delicate flower, it looked so out of place but so did everything else that was in this corner.

"Looks cozy enough doesn't it. Come sit sit." An almost drunk Carl instructed us. The nine of us plopped ourselves down, Tasha sitting across from me with Martha and two guys,one with long black hair that came all over his face that I couldn't see any of his facial features, and another with blond hair that sat neatly on his head compared to the first one, he had dark brown eyes and a broad smile on his face, I still didn't know their names. I sat between Carlos and Svante, and two blonde girls sat on the right of Svante.

Carl then smiled broadly at everyone but his smile slowly turned into a frown when he saw me," you seem very uncomfortable Stephy, should I take you home." He whispered into my ear, concern laced in his voice which made me smile. "I'm just not good with strangers but I'll be fine," I smiled at him but he didn't seem to buy it," I'm fine" I said squeezing his hand lightly.

"Okay so, let's play a game, yeah?" Tasha announced

>>>>

"I dare you to go sing the first song they have on the list." I said smugly.

"No"

"What!?, you can't say no. Now get up there" I shoved him. "Or else you have to drink twenty shots". Svante mumbled incoherent, well incoherent to me seeing as I was halfway drunk, words as he stood up.

The game we were playing was truth or dare, anyone who didn't want to tell their truth or do the dare was to drink down twenty martinis or shots, hence why people are so drunk.

He went up to the stage and grabbed the mic, "Why the fuck did I agree to do this" the whole table erupted with laughter. So he is a shy one. We decided to cheer him on but he sent us a death glare. "Goooo Svante" Brain, the blonde guy, cheered out loud and Svante grunted.

When he read what song he had to sing he almost ran off the stage when I held up the bottle of tequila he went back up.

"Uhm...hi, I'll be singing..... a song." He introduced himself, well sorta.

It's been said and done

Every beautiful thought's been already sung

And I guess right now here's another one

So your melody will play on and on, with the
best of 'em

I recognised it as Selena Gomez's song but couldn't remember what it was called. He didn't sound bad no not at all, if he were to put in a little more effort he would sound really good. He sang with no energy so the crowd booed him.

Without realising what I was doing I stood up and went to join him on stage. I never sang on stage I always had the worst type of stage freight but I guess having downed 20 martinis and 3 shots I got the courage I needed.

You are beautiful, like a dream come alive,
incredible
A centerfold, a miracle, lyrical
You saved my life again
And I want you to know baby

I'd love to say that I suck at singing and the whole crowed booed us off stage and that was the end of it but it wasn't. He sang with me, together we sang and messed up that song, but the atmosphere had completely changed.

No one compares, you stand alone

It was just him and I singing this teenage love song to each other like we meant the words, like we felt the emotions, getting closer and closer together and if it wasn't for the crowd cheering, drunk me would've done something sober me would've regretted.

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Love: Lee