A Three-day Trip | Completed

Chapter 5

"Woooow! Just..." Brandon paused for a second, "WOW!"

"She's really amazing!" Trisha boasted. I just shrugged while Michael's smiling at me.

"My turn," Michael said reaching the microphone and started to play his chosen song.

When you wake up each mornin'
And you feel like callin'
I'll be there for you

When the road seems uncertain
And you can't stop the hurtin'
I'll be there for you

I felt like I'm in an acoustic bar listening to a very serene voice.

When there's no one beside you
I'll be there to guide you
Catch you each time you fall
When the stars won't shine anymore
I'll be there....

I glanced at Trisha and she's captured too.

When the world is unkind
And your dreams they need more time
I'll be there for you

If the rules they keep breakin'
And the future is fadin'
I'll be there for you

The rainbow will end in the palm of your hand
Don't ever let it go
When the stars won't shine anymore
I'll be there....

I made a glimpse to Michael, but I was caught off guard. I immediately smiled and bowed my head pretending to check for something.

Who knows where will go
What will tomorrow brings
When we have each other
Just hold on tight
We can touch to skies and fly......
I'll be there for you....

The rainbow will end in the palm of your hand
Don't ever let it go
When the stars won't shine anymore
I'll be there....
I'll be there....

We all clapped with the amazement on how he sang.

"You really are incredible Dude!" They first bump with a shoulder tap, then Brandon faced Trisha.

"Your turn!" Brandon pushed her to sing. She begged me again to save her.

"I will sing for her," I said.

"Nope,"

"Come on Brandon,"

"Na-ah! She should—,"

"I can't. Happy?" she said sarcastically.

"You got to be kidding me!"

"Dude," Michael interrupted.

"No way!" Brandon shouted then Trisha run away with tears in her eyes.

"Trish!" I glanced at Brandon then to Michael, and I finally followed her.

"Sis," I held her arm and hugged her tied. "Hush." I tried to calm her though I know it'll take time.

"I'm not like you Di! I can dance, yes! But... but just dance!"

"He doesn't know Trish. He doesn't know what happened."

"I hate him!" She continued crying hard in my shoulders.

"Come on. Let's go," we headed to the room.

We lay our back on the bed staring blankly on the ceiling.

"What do you think about him?" I asked her.

"I don't know. You're the one who can tell, but I want you to remember that we are going home," she responded honestly.