Page 23 of Greased

Maxie, Jan and Rippy start laughing at me as Brandy just sits there with her mouth dropped.

“What? What’s wrong?’ I ask, confused at their reaction.

Rippy shushes Maxie and Jan to stop laughing and glares at them for a second before turning back to me and pasting a fake smile on her face.

“Well, they sound perfect and maybe if you believe in miracles, your prince charmings may show up again someday. Someplace unexpected.”

I frown at her words but she doesn’t give me another moment’s notice as she turns away and calls out, “Now come on girls, we’ve got a show to put on.”

I shake myself out of the strange moment as Brandy grabs my hand and begins to pull me through the hallway to the back of the stage.

The lights are blinding on the stage as I walk up to the microphone. I guess it kind of helps with the bit of stage fright I began to get backstage. I learn that Jan plays the drums, Rippy plays the lead guitar, Maxie plays the bass guitar and Brandy is on the piano.

“Ladies and gentlemen. We have a little surprise for you tonight.”

Rippy says into the microphone as she turns to look at me.

“All the way from Australia, please welcome Scarlett!”

The crowd that has slowly trickled in since we have been out the back, cheers for me.

That nervousness that I thought I brushed off earlier is back ten-fold. I consider making a run for it and vowing to the girls I will sing another night but I’ve already committed. The setlist is already sorted and the girls are waiting for me to take it away.

I suck in a breath and lift up the microphone to my lips. Here goes nothing.

“This first song is calledNobody’s Home. Sing along if you know it.”

There is a little shake to my voice as I introduce the first song. I quickly brush it off, not wanting it to transfer into the song. The less shit I can give Rippy to nag on me with, the better.

Before I know it, the first song is done and the second song begins. The nerves I started to feel are almost non-existent now. My confidence continues to grow the more I sing.

I allow myself to move around the stage, getting a feel for the song. More people begin to gather at the front of the stage. It helps even more as I see them swaying and singing the words back to me. As I begin to singU + Ur Hand, I venture out onto the platform that runs down to the pole. I look out into the crowd and see Rhodes with a few younger guys around our age all singing along with me. I give him a massive smile that he returns.

I look over to the bar and spot Shelly up on the bar singing into an empty vodka bottle. I shake my head at her. Its obvious she is sober but her I don’t give a fuck attitude helps fuel me.

As the song finishes, I give a little bow and return to the microphone stand.

“We are going to go a little different with this song. Maxie, come up here,” I say into the microphone as I motion for her to come stand up next to me. I begin to sing the first line into the microphone. I instantly hear cheers coming from the crowd as they all get into the song.

Maxie and I sing to each other and dance around the stage. I feel like I haven’t had this much fun in as long as I can remember.

I smile to myself. Something in my soul feels like it begins to heal. It may only be a fraction but it happens.

The boys and I pull up at the front of Pinks’ Lounge after dropping off info at the clubhouse. Dacre’s Mom has been non stop texting him for the last hour demanding we hurry up and finish up our shit and get our asses to the club. Apparently, it's some kind of urgent surprise. Fuck knows what that woman has in store for us.

As I pull off my helmet, noise from inside travels to us. I hear the sound of one of the most beautiful voices I’ve ever heard singing from inside. My interest instantly peaked. I know that the girls are playing tonight, and I love them but fuck, they could never sound like this chick does.

“Fucking hell, who is that?” My brother Nicky asks as he swings his legs over his Harley, putting his helmet on the handlebars. Nicky and I are what you call Irish twins. Born in the same year. Nicky in January and me in November. He never lets me forget that I’m the younger brother.

The other guys all get off their bikes and take their helmets off as they look up towards the club.

“Beats me but all I know is she can hum on my cock any fucking day of the week,” Sonny says as he grabs himself through his jeans.

I roll my eyes at him, snarling my lip.

“You haven’t even laid your eyes on the chick and you are already thinking with your dick,” I say smacking Sonny over the head.

“With a voice like that, how could she not be hot as fuck?” Pike butts in nudging Sonny.

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