He's Like Him [Part 2]

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POV Shawn

"It is not in my blood, no yeah!" The audience applauds enormously after my sentence and I've no idea why. I sound good, I know that too, but why are they cheering. What's so special about this moment?

"It wasn't in my blood!" Sounds a familiar voice through the room. I've heard that voice sing a lot lately. I stand up and look straight into Indy's eyes. She's wearing a bodysuit whose belly is open. Her pregnant belly is clearly visible and I also believe she isn't wearing a bra. Only an iron cable keeps the piece of fabric together. "What the fuck." I whisper in amazement.

She gestured that I should sing along and I nodded to her. "It isn't in my blood!" We sing together. She walks to the other side of the stage and I follow her well. Her ass looks good in these pants. She looks around for a moment and I laugh at her. Her long hair swings back and forth as she walks, it's almost addictive to watch.

"I'm looking through my phone again, feeling anxious." Indy sings. Every time I think she can't be more fun, she surprises me again by proving me the opposite. "Afraid to be alone again, I hate this, I'm trying to find a way to chill, can not breathe, oh."

"Is there somebody who could help me." Then we sing together. I play my guitar in the meantime, but I can't take my eyes off Indy. "It's like the walls are caving in."

"Sometimes I feel like giving up, but I just can not." I sing alone. Indy is dancing a bit on stage and smiles sweetly at a girl in front of the audience. "It isn't in my blood," we sing together again, "It isn't in my blood." I almost startle from the high note Indy makes, it's so pure.

"I need somebody now, I need somebody now." I hear Indy sing. I just forgot to sing along because Indy can sing so wonderful. I pick myself up again and sing with her again. "Someone to help me out."

"I need somebody now, now, now." She makes me sing alone.

I take a step back to let Indy sing a solo. I really love it when she sings, goose bumps cover my arms and my hair stands up. "Help me, it's like the walls are caving in. Sometimes I feel like giving up," she sings, but I finish the sentence alone, "but I just can not."

"It isn't in my blood." While we sing that, a wall of fireworks falls down. "It isn't in my blood."

"No yea," I sing in, "I need somebody now!"

"I need somebody now." Indy sings again. We repeat the sentence in turn. "Someone to help me out!" We sing together again.

"I need somebody," I sing, "now!" We get together as last. As soon as that sentence is out, I immediately embrace Indy. I kiss her forehead real quick and the people started clapping.

"Indy, what the fuck." I'm still amazed at what has just happened. "This is crazy."

"I told you I'd watch your performance," she says while laughing, "your son is here too."