Finding The 10

24 - The Song

Frankie POV

"Here you are." Colt says as he places a large bowl of home made pasta in front of me. I almost have to wipe the drool from my chin at the meer aroma of this enticing dish.

Colt invited me over for dinner tonight and decided to cook up a feast for the two of us. Good looking, sweet and he cam cook. Something must be wrong with him. Surely no one is this perfect.

Although the food looks and smells amazing, I can't stop my eyes from wandering all over his high rise apartment.

Colt lives on the 42nd floor of a 45 floor apartment so needless to say, the view from here is amazing. The entire wall is nothing but windows in his living room and I am eager to see more of this exquisite palace. He has decorated his home in modern furnishings and nuteral tones. Very elegant and modest with a few splashes of colour from the paintings that don the walls.

I finally turn my attention back to the meal in front of me just as colt sits down across the table. I twirl the pasta around my fork and bring it to my mouth and have to hide the moan that wants to escape my mouth. This dish is mind blowingly good.

"Oh my God. This has to be some of the best pasta I have ever eaten." I say shovelling another forkful into my mouth.

"Thank you. It's an old family recipe." Colt replies with a wide grin.

His smile is so earnest and sweet that it makes me smile as well.

"How is it that you are still single?" I suddenly blurt out.

Colt gives off a nervous laugh before answering.

"Well, I guess I haven't found the right person to fit into my lifestyle. I'm a workaholic so it makes it hard to meet anyone or do anything. But I do have a surprise for you. For us."

My ears prick up at the mention of a surprise and I recall him asking me to bring my guitar tonight. I didn't question it at the time but now I'm a little worried.

"A buddy of mine owns a club and they are having their monthly open mic night tonight. I told him that you sing and he opened up a spot just for you. You get to sing tonight in front of an audience."

Colt's eyes are wide and his grin is even wider. He is anxiously waiting for my excitement to kick in so that he can revel in my happiness with me but that is not what's happening right now. Right now, I am scared out of my mind.

I have always loved to sing and play my guitar but I only do it for myself or family. I don't sing in public and never really have.

When I told Colt about my love for music I never expected that it would go beyond him. He mentioned that he would love to hear me play so I just assumed that when he asked me to bring my guitar tonight it was because he wanted to hear me sing just for him. Not for an entire club.

Colts face is so expectantly happy for me that I don't stop myself when I begin faking it. I smile widely and express my gratitude.

"That's amazing. Thank you."

"I knew you would be happy. And it's okay if your nervous. I actually invited Marco and Beth as well as your other boss, Eli to come along so you would see some friendly faces in the crowd."

Colt continues to speak but I don't hear it. I'm still stuck on what he just said.

Eli is coming tonight.

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"You're on next Frankie. Good luck." A tall blonde guy with a clipboard says while we wait backstage.