Page 89 of Soul Food

A handsome smile and the devil’s tongue

I’d fall again—I’m already falling again.

I’m the soul food you haunt, the soul food you want.

(Liam)

You’re the one I haunt, the one I want.

(Ruth)

To rip out my heart, or to hold it.

I could give you all of me if you’d want it.

(Liam)

I could take all of you if you’d want it.

(Ruth)

My soul to have, and my soul to hold.

I wish you’d fall because I’m already falling.

I’m the soul food you want, but not the soul food I wish.

(Liam)

You’re the one I haunt, everything I want.

(Ruth)

I’m just a girl who fell for fool’s gold.

(Liam)

I’m just a demon in disguise…

The audience was eerily quiet, meanwhile I felt like my heart and soul had just been ripped out.

“Wow,” Michonne cradled her arms to her chest and hugged them. “I have chill bumps.” The crowd seemed to finally come back from la-la land and applause erupted around us. I shared a grin with the vamps.

“That was haunting,” Sammy pressed a hand to her chest as she spoke. “Tell us right now who broke your heart?”

The crowd went crazy in agreement with her, and I just shook my head and cast my gaze toward the floor, unable to give answers.

“And good Lord, how have I never heard a song from these guys before now?” Michonne looked at The Oppressors anew. I could see it in her eyes how her opinion had changed. Just hours ago, there was an obvious reluctance and now it was wiped away. Her gaze fell over them then me as if to say,I completely understand.

The show ended a few minutes later. The Oppressors were monkeying around with their instruments when Sammy and Michonne approached me. “It was a pleasure to have you sing.” Sammy offered her hand to me.

I took it, lips twitching ruefully. “I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for years.”

“Really?” She leaned back and arched a brow at me.

I winked. “If it isn’t obvious, singing is my life.” That had them shaking their heads at me in disbelief. “Thanks for this performance. I can’t thank you enough, really. Getting to sing for people, that’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“Don’t thank us. If we had our way, we would have roped you into an interview.” Michonne grabbed my shoulder. “No apologies for that either. You’re a puzzle the world’s never really cracked. How you’ve managed to remain a mystery this long in this business is spectacular. Anyway, thank your man instead of us.”

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