Sunshiny Things (Original)

Ch. 37 The Burrito Theif

Freya

By now, I've had at least three drinks. The taste is bitter but sweet, smooth as it goes down my throat unlike other alcohol that I've tried. Which isn't many. I know I'm going over board, and I hate myself that this is the second time that I've gotten drunk recently. But it feels good...numb even. A distraction? Yes. But there's too many things going on in my mind right now. I don't want to have to think about them. I don't want to have to think at all.

I'm about to down another drink that Nina has displayed before me, until I here someone sing into what sounds like the microphone on the stage and music as well starts to play. Tati. I take a final sip from my drink, savoring the buzz it's giving me, before hoping off the stool and heading in the direction of the stage. I move through the even bigger crowd that's seem to accumulate since we've first got here, pushing past busy bodies. I find a clearing, fully being able to see the stage. There's a spotlight shining down on Tati, causing the light to sparkle against the red cocktail dress. She wraps her hand around the base of the vintage microphone, singing beautifully into it to a song that I recognize form my dad. Dream a Little Dream of Me. It's a duet, which only means one thing...

Right on cue, another spotlight appears, displaying Cole in all his glory. I let out a tiny giggle at his state as he takes off the black fedora that was on his head. He has his own microphone of his own, now singing along as well. Their voices mix together almost perfectly, matching up with the harmony and melody like it was specifically designed for them. A couple of people around the crowd are dancing, other swaying along to the music with their eyes closed by themself. But me, being the drunk girl that I am, I scream and cheer like a crazed person. I clap my hands, cheering them on. Cole catches my eye, and I watch as a small smile spreads across his face as he sings. I laugh, spinning around, letting the music sink into me

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"That was so cool! You were like up there singing, which is really good by the way. Where did you learn to sing like that?" My words are rapid but my emotions are even more. Cole and I walk down the street side by side. Cole laughing at my excitement but I just look up at him as I babble away.

"Breathe, Annie," Cole chuckles as he looks down at me next to him. I look down at my converse covered feet, wiggling my toes through the shoes.

"My toes feel funny," I say as I look back up at Cole. "Is that normal?" Cole chuckles again but also looks at me with a slight worried expression.

"Fuck, princess," Cole curses. "What did she give you?"

"I had a sex on the sand." I beam as I skip a little. Cole laughs again, and I giggle slightly at the sound. He really does have a nice laugh.

"You mean sex on the beach?" Cole asks, amusement clear in his voice. I shrug my shoulders.

"Potato potato." We both laugh, me more prominently, and I skip more along ahead of Cole. I scan around the city, the lights, the pedestrians, the buildings. Everything spectacular that makes up New York. I count the lines on the sidewalk as I hop over each one of them. Remember, you step on a crack then you break your mothers back.

Behind the busy noise, in the background is what seems like music that starts to come into play. I raise my head, scanning my surroundings to try and find the source. Busy bodies all walk past me, hurrying to get to their destination. But me, I'm determined to uncover the beautiful jazz music.

I rush forward, racing towards it. I here Cole call out my name, but I completely ignore it. Finally, I push past one rude New Yorker, seeing an older looking man wearing a fedora and playing a piano, and another one playing the saxophone. I smile wide, the music of both of them soaking into my being. I immediately run up to them, watching intently as the man with the fedora sings Come Rain or Come Shine by Ray Charles. A classic. The man smiles at me, slightly dipping his head in greeting as he continues to sing, and I do a little curtesy in return.