Page 296 of Rock Me All Night
Another Sinful Serenade song.
He grabs the mic and blows Miles a kiss. "This is too much fun."
"Don't make me leave," Miles says.
“Check the book.” Pete motions to the book of songs by artist. “We’ve got about six more to go.”
"You can't leave." Meg draws a line over his chest. "I need you to serenade me."
"My impressionists aren't getting you there?"
She shakes her head. "Only the real thing will do."
The song intro plays. Tom grabs the other mic and jumps onto the table next to Pete. "This one is going out to my biggest fans, Mr. Miles Webb and Mr. Drew Denton."
The song is a ballad, very much about love and affection. Pete and Tom take turns singing one line at a time in their best throaty, breathy voices.
Miles is red and huffy. Meg whispers something in his ear. It must be pretty good because his frown turns upside down.
Drew moves a little closer. He runs his fingers over my lower back. We're positioned across from everyone. No one can see him touching me.
How can he still be so hot and cold?
Is he ashamed to be with me?
I shake off the thought in favor of watching the performance. The song ends. Pete collapses on the couch in hysterical laughter. Tom pours another round of shots and passes them out.
Everyone except Miles drinks.
That shit burns.
My head spins just enough to make me dizzy. I hang back while everyone takes turns singing. Tom serenades us with a Disney song. Pete performs some Aerosmith. Meg does her best Britney Spears.
When it's Miles's turn, he shakes his head but obliges. He pulls Meg onto his lap and he sings "I Want Your Sex" while staring into her eyes. She blushes like a tomato.
Everyone else groans.
Then it's my turn, supposedly. I shake my head. "I don't sing."
There must be a song that goes something like,What the hell are we doing, why are you afraid of the word "girlfriend?"
It doesn't really have a good ring to it, but it's an honest sentiment.
Drew nudges me. "You sing very well."
"Um, no, you sing very well," I say.
Tom laughs. "Drew doesn't sing. He won't even sing backup."
I fold my arms over my chest. "Shows what you know."
"Damn, I guess there are certain perks to—" Tom clears his throat. "Whatever you two are."
Drew shoots Tom a death glare. I sigh. Whatever. Been there, done that, couldn't find a song to describe it accurately.
I grab the mic and pick my favorite No Doubt song, "Don't Speak." I'm way off-key, but I do my best to sell the enthusiasm.
I stare at Drew as I sing. He watches me closely, like he's looking for some meaning in my eyes. Truth is, I don't know what I'm thinking exceptYour two weeks are over. Time to put up or shut up.
