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It wasn't difficult getting inside the club as I had sung there once and the bartender knew me well. The club was filled to the brim and some rock star wanna be guy was screaming on the stage at the top of his lungs.
I made my way over to the bar and greeted Steve; the bartender.
"Wow, hey Katy, long time huh? Last time I saw you, your cousin, Trevor, brought you here to sing, right?," he said.
"Yeah. I'm not singing today though. I just, I need something strong to drink. You know? So I can forget everything for a while and just be free."
"Someone's going through a bad breakup huh?," Steve commented.
"Something like that."
*****
I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times as I drowned another glass. Putting it down, I rested my chin on the palm of my hand and started spinning the latest glass I emptied.
I felt weightless, as if I was a feather floating in the air.
As I continued my useless spinning, the rock star wanna be guy performed his last song and walked down the stage. After a couple minutes, someone started to play the guitar, followed by a very soothing voice. Before I knew it, I had stopped my spinning and was humming along.
But maybe all these people were here to listen to songs they could jump to, as they started to curse at him and tell him to get his 'stinking sad ass' off the stage.
It wasn't hard to see that now I had no control over myself because I shouted, "He's better than the punk rock shit you were listening to," immediately regretting it.
But to my relief, no one responded. Possibly, my voice was drowned out by their curse and swears. Soon enough, the guy finished his song and to everyone's joy, walked down the stage.
As I resumed my spinning, I heard a bar stool scrape on the floor next to me and someone sat down on it.
"Thank you for defending me back there."
I turned my head to see it was the same guy who was singing up there moments ago.
His black, messy hair seemed familiar but I couldn't quite place where I had seen him before. He had strikingly, intense light blue eyes and I kept staring in them until he cleared his throat.
"I didn't defend you," I said, putting unusual stress on the word 'defend'.
"Sure you didn't."
"I didn't," I said, turning my body so that I was facing him. "I just merely said that you can sing.... nice...ly."
