I was sitting beside Ian, whose hand never moved away from my waist, except when he was eating. But we’re not eating anymore, just listening to Vince and Suzanne singing from the stage.
“Suzanne really sings great,” I said, trying to start a conversation.
Ian only nodded.
“Vince doesn’t sing great,” I said, smiling mischievously to myself.
Ian only nodded.
“Miranda sings very well, too,” I said, eyeing Ian suspiciously. Was he listening to everything I was saying?
Ian only nodded.
“Skies are colored pink,” I blurted out.
Ian only nodded.
I rolled my eyes and slapped his arm softly. He looked at me, startled. “You weren’t listening to me!” I argued. “I was talking to you.”
He sighed. “Sorry about that. I was thinking about something else.”
“About what?”
“You don’t need to know.”
“Oh,” I said and kept quiet. Ah well, I’m not his girlfriend so he has every right to keep a secret to himself.
When everybody applauded for Suzanne and Vince as they left, Evan stepped on the stage and raised the microphone to his lips. “So I was thinking of sharing these to you, guys,” he said and everybody turned silent to listen to him. “I learned how to play the piano! Congratulate me, will you? It wasn’t that easy.”
Everybody laughed as they clapped their hands again.
“The first song I’ve learned is the song, Vanilla Twilight by Owl City,” Evan said. “And my brother made me promise that I’m going to play this song for his special person. And he’s going to sing the song to her.”
My jaw dropped as I glanced at Ian, who turned very, very white as a sheet of paper. “What is he talking about, Ian?” I whispered, very aware that every pair of eyes was on us.
“The keyboard is inside the car,” Evan continued. “And while you’re waiting for me to get it, I want to call on my brother, Ian Jones, to step on the stage to prepare.”
Everybody clapped and Ian stood up, gulping. “Oh God, I can’t do this,” he muttered.
“But you made him promise,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“And I regret it. Oh crap, I can’t do this.” Then his eyes twinkled as he looked down at me. “Would you sing with me? You know the lyrics, right?”
I looked at him, surprised. “What? I know the lyrics but sing? In front of people?”
“Please, Victoria! I can’t do this alone.”
“But you made your brother promise.”
“Victoria,” he pleaded. “It’s just a song.”
“Then you sing it.”
Instead of arguing with me, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the stage. Everybody started clapping—except Miranda, who was howling—as Ian and I stepped on the stage. Evan obviously left to get his keyboard.
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