“Okay, I’m kind of loving my outfit!” Emily announced as she walked into the living room with her short blonde wig and her fingerless glove on her right hand. She wore an Amanda Uprichard black leather peplum skirt with the same white ‘heartbreaker’ shirt with the open back. Emily picked out the shirts as an ode to our college selves. Personally, I felt the message hit a little too close to home, but she thought it completed our look so I went with it.
I laughed, “Me too! I was thinking how I needed to wear leather leggings more often. Look at my ass in these.” I turned around to the side. “I mean, come on!”
“Yes girl! I think it’s the leather. Look at mine!” She turned to the side to show hers off.
“I think leather is my new favorite thing to wear. But the gloves are killing me. Are we fully committed to the glove?”
Emily chuckled heartily. “Yes!”
Catching my breath from my own laughter, I put my hands on my hips. “Em, I’ve missed this.”
Crossing the room, Emily threw her arms around me. “Me too! I’m so glad you are here.”
Giving her a tight squeeze, I responded, “Me too.” And I was. I’m nervous about talking to Emanuel tomorrow, but I’m so glad I’m here spending quality, best friend time with Emily.
“Let’s make daiquiris to celebrate our girls’ night out!”
Walking to the kitchen, we decided that because we knew for sure there were strawberries in the refrigerator, we’d make strawberry daiquiris. As soon as we pulled out the ingredients, the horn from the waiting taxi sounded.
Emily quickly hurled everything into the refrigerator before turning to me, “You ready?”
I nodded. I’m as ready as I’m going to be, I thought as the nerves came back full force.
Chapter 10
When we pulled up, I couldn’t take my eyes off of the building. It was a work of art. The Smoke Room was converted from a large restaurant that caught on fire a few years prior. Although the entire building was rebuilt, the bricks used were purposely stained with ash and blackened to give a burnt look. All the glass for the windows had a blackish-grey smoky tint. And in the dark of night, the building looked ominous, yet intriguing. Retrieving my phone from my clutch, I took a picture after we got out of the taxi.
“Pretty cool right?” Emily asked as we walked to the door.
“This place is a work of art,” I nodded.
“Right!” Emily cheered. Throwing an arm around my shoulder, we got in line behind two scantily clad women and a man in a suit. “We are going to have so much fun!”
Showing our IDs and paying the $20 cover charge, we walked into the bar. For it to only be 9pm, the place was pretty packed. The lights were dim and I could feel the fans struggling to combat the humidity. The DJ was thanking everyone for attending and we must have walked by a hidden speaker because the feedback noise that pierced through the crowd was so loud it made me wince. It took a few minutes for my eyes and ears to adjust to our new surroundings. By time it did, we were next in line at the bar.
“Hey handsome! Can we get two Amaretto Sours?” Emily flirted with the bartender.
Seeming pleased with the attention, he smiled widely showcasing a missing tooth. His mostly bald head glistened with sweat and his wispy brown and grey eyebrows moved up and down. “Anything for you,” he winked in response.
Ordering and paying for two drinks, the bartender gave us four. “You made my night,” he shouted as the first band came onto the stage.
Double fisting our beverages we made our way to the back of the room. There were bar top tables throughout the venue; however, most people opted to stand and dance closer to the stage. The popularity of the first band allowed us to find perfect seating. Nestled in the back against the wall but directly in the middle, we had a great view of the stage. Our table was a little wobbly, but we could easily manage not to shake it and spill our drinks.
By time the second band was finishing up, we realized that the musical groups were competing and the crowd response determined the winner. By time the third group finished we realized that each group got twenty minutes to perform and the winner would receive $1500 cash and a signed guitar pick. But the DJ never specified who signed the guitar pick.
We listened to the music. We danced in our seats. For the third band, we danced out of our seats. We talked and laughed and I almost forgot that I was nervous to come to The Smoke Room. We were having a great time. While one band was getting on the stage and the other was getting off, we attempted to have more in depth conversations.
“Thank you for dragging me out tonight. I haven’t had this much fun since…” I trailed off.
“Hey! We are making up for lost time and we are having a blast. That’s all we need to focus on. And thank you for coming. Honestly, I needed this. I’m nervous about tomorrow.”
“So what exactly is going on tomorrow? When you said opening, I assumed it was going to be a performance. But then you specified cocktail attire, semi-formal dress. And I didn’t know what to expect.” I saw the flustered look wash over Emily’s face so I hurried to clarify. “I brought several outfits with me so I’m good no matter what. I’m just curious as to what you have up your sleeve.”
Emily visibly relaxed and smiled. “I thought you were going to say you didn’t have anything to wear and I was about to freak out! Tomorrow we are going to be so busy, we won’t have time for shopping. Phew!”
I laughed, “I never know what to expect with you so I packed a few different options, no worries. Now why are you nervous? You and I both know it’s going to be great!”
“Yeah… there’s going to be a performance and then a cocktail reception. I hired dancers to pretty much showcase how the space can be utilized and then we will eat and dance. I’ve invited potential investors, potential clients from the dance world, teachers from school, friends and a bunch of Mom and Dad’s friends. It’s going to be awesome! I’m not going to tell you what it is but there is a surprise—”
The music started up again and I struggled to hear the rest of her sentence. I pointed to my ears and shook my head. Understanding, she nodded. Settling in to listen to another set of covers, we looked at each other and shook our heads. Unconsciously I could feel the frown deepening on my face. Some rather vocal spectators near the stage started booing. Giving up, the band ended their twenty minute set ten minutes early.
“That was harsh,” Emily observed as some of the audience members cheered as the band packed up their stuff. Her eyebrows were up and her forehead crinkled.
I widened my eyes and countered, “Way harsh,” before we erupted in giggles.
While we were turning down drink orders and dates offers, the next band had set up on stage.
“I’m Mark!” the lanky blonde guy on stage announced into the mic. The ladies were definitely into Mark as he eased across the stage if the catcalls were any indication. He was attractive and had an infectious smile, but he was lanky. His tattered looking white sleeveless T-shirt was tight against his tall, thin frame. He had a sleeve of tattoos that stretched from his neck to his wrist. He wore skinny jeans which I ordinarily don’t like on men, but they worked on him. “While the other guys are getting our drinks, I’ll tell you a little about us. For those of you who don’t know, the three of us met a few years ago and just started playing together. We don’t do it often. But when we do it, it’s good. Real good.” The way in which he stressed the word good incited another round of cheers from the audience. I looked over at Emily and she looked perturbed as she stared at Mark.
“Em!” I yelled over the cheers. “You okay?”
She glanced at me and took a sip of her drink before she nodded. “Yeah…”
I looked at her quizzically and she opened her mouth to continue, but before any words came out, Mark started back up on the mic.
“This is Q and this is Mills. Together we are The Band. We have a few songs we’d like to sing for you. You ready? Let’s go!”
My heart drummed in m
y chest as the look on Emily’s face confirmed what I just heard. He said Mills. As in Emanuel Mills, I thought anxiously.
Turning my head slowly, my eyes landed on Emanuel and everything else faded away. They started playing and I couldn’t hear anything. All I could hear was the sound of blood rushing through my veins and my labored breathing as I drank in the sight of him. His black hair was slicked back away from his ruggedly handsome face. The hint of a beard shadowed his jawline and made him look even sexier. If that’s even possible, I conceded silently. His grey eyes were cast downward as his fingers danced across the strings of his guitar. Emanuel bit his full lips as he concentrated on the song they were performing. His thick, muscled body was encased in jeans and an olive green V-neck T-shirt. In every move he made, his muscles flexed seductively underneath the fabric. He wore heavy, black motorcycle boots and stood with his feet apart.
The sound of the crowd going wild jolted me from my trance. I blinked rapidly and turned to grab my drink off of the table. Emily was staring at me with wide eyes.
“You okay?” Emily asked cautiously.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I reassured her. I’m anything but fine. Just being in the same room with him is overwhelming. But fortunately, he doesn’t know I’m here. Even if he were to look up and see us, he wouldn’t recognize us. I’m safe…for now, I thought as I tried to relax. Seeing Emanuel did a number of things to me. My stomach simultaneously fluttered in excitement and dropped from nerves at the sight of him.
While Emily stood and danced, I sat entranced by Emanuel. The music was good; Mike had a great voice and Q was nice on the drums. But Emanuel was perfection. The way he moved, the way he played, the way he sang, the way he looked. Everything about Emanuel made me breathless. “Wow,” I murmured aloud as I sipped the last of my drink.
When The Band finished two covers and two original songs, Emily and I stood up and screamed with the rest of the crowd. The guys took gulps of water as they basked in the booming cheers. I looked around the room and it seemed as though even more people had come in over the last half hour.
Mark raised his hand in the air to settle the crowd. He smiled widely before he said, “Thank you! We appreciate the love! We have the opportunity to play one more song and a couple weeks ago the three of us were supposed to meet up at a beach house and by time Q and I arrived, Mills was already there and he was playing this song. I had never heard it done the way he did it but it was brilliant. So I think we should end on that note, what do you think Mills? You up for it?” Mark looked over at Emanuel.
Emanuel looked surprised. For a fraction of a second, he hesitated. Then he ran his hand through his hair and shrugged. Leaning into the microphone, he said, “Let’s do it.” The crowd applauded wildly. I put my hand over my heart and felt it speed up.
As Emanuel left the stage to get a stool, Mark quieted the crowd again and then continued. “Now this song is for the ladies. But fellas, I know you are going to be feeling it too.” He looked back as Emanuel put the stool in front of his microphone. Mark moved his microphone stand back beside Q at drums and waited for Emanuel to count it off.
Emanuel looked out into the audience and flashed a sexy smile that caused some catcalls and whistles in response. He is so sexy, I thought as I sat up straighter in my chair. I fanned myself with my hand and I heard Emily laugh. I cut my eyes to her and she leaned over and giggled, “Getting hot?”
“Shhh!” I shushed her playfully and made a face in which she laughed again, louder.
Emanuel gave his band mates a nod and then he started strumming the guitar. I instantly recognized ‘Gone’ as it started. When he started singing, the room was absolutely silent. His gravelly voice floated over the chords he played. Mark and Q acted as backup singers assisting with the chorus, but it was Emanuel’s show. And he rocked it. The emotion that emanated from his voice brought new perspective to the song…and tears to my eyes. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, I repeated silently as he tugged on my heartstrings.
When he finished, the crowd roared excitedly. He gave a small smile and salute, but even from across the room, I could see the sadness etched on his face. I watched him until he walked behind the curtain backstage. I closed my eyes and concentrated on keeping the tears at bay. I could feel the lump in my throat and I knew that if I didn’t get some fresh air, I was going to have a breakdown. When I opened my eyes, the final band was setting up to play.
“You don’t sing a song like that unless you are going through that and you mean it,” Emily hinted. She stood beside the table and stacked our empty glasses. She didn’t look at me. And I felt even worse about myself and the situation with Emanuel. This whole thing is hard on me, but it’s also hard on Emily. But that doesn’t mean he was singing about me. He could’ve been talking about someone else, I reasoned silently as I looked down at the stacked glasses.
“He could’ve been talking about Ashlyn,” I choked out guiltily. I felt hot all over and I pulled my shirt from my skin after I stood up.
Emily turned to face me. “He wasn’t,” she said seriously.
I could only maintain eye contact for a second before I replied in a whisper, “I know.”
Chapter 11
After the last group performed, all of the contestants had to be on stage so the crowd could vote. Emily and I took that as our opportunity to leave so we wouldn’t chance running into Emanuel on our way out. The taxi got us back to Emily’s house just before midnight.
Emily yawned as we walked up the driveway, “I’m tired!”
My smile didn’t reach my eyes when I said, “You need your rest. Tomorrow is a big day.” Emily was too tired and too focused on finding her keys in her clutch to notice. I’m happy for her and I’m so proud of what she is doing. But I can’t focus on anything right now with Emanuel’s voice in my head.
“Got it!” Emily squeaked happily as she found her keys. She opened the door and looked back at me questioningly. When I just gave her a small smile, she asked, “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to sit out here and get some fresh air for a while. I’ll be in soon. With the humidity in The Smoke Room, it’ll just be nice to sit here on the porch for a few minutes,” I answered as I started sitting down on the brick steps.
“Okay…” She dragged the word out and pursed her lips. “I’m going to shower and call Anthony. Don’t stay out here too long.”
She closed the door and I let out a sigh of relief. I just needed alone time to process what I had just heard. The street lights lit up the street, but the porch light was off so I was alone in the dark with my thoughts. Pulling out my phone, I opened my music folder and hit play. As the music started playing, I inhaled slowly, filling my lungs with fresh air. When I exhaled, I imagined dispelling my nerves.
How am I going to explain myself to Emanuel? This situation is completely different than with Ty. If Emanuel dismisses me tomorrow, I would still have to see him because I’m essentially part of the family. Mr. and Mrs. Mills would not take too kindly if there was discourse between us so we’d be forced to at least be civil. And that might even be worse than him shutting me out. If he doesn’t want to be around me, I don’t want him to talk to me by force. If he doesn’t feel comfortable around me, I don’t want him to feel obligated to be around me. I don’t want to do anything that would hurt him any more than I’ve hurt him already. I have to make this right. I have to get him to talk to me. I have to get him to understand why I did what I did. I have to, I thought as my eyes burned with unshed tears.
After about ten minutes, I felt a lot more relaxed. I heard a loud rumbling noise over the music. I leaned forward and saw several headlights in the distance. I watched the large tractor trailer amble its way down the residential street. What is going on? That truck is making so much noise! I know it has to be in violation of a noise ordinance or something, I guessed as the truck came to a stop at the corner of Emily’s street and a perpendicular road. The driver must be lost.
A red car honke
d the horn repeatedly and then drove around the tractor trailer. The car slowed down to a stop in front of Emily’s house. I eyed the car suspiciously, but I felt relatively sure the occupants of the car couldn’t see me on the dark porch. Did Emily call Anthony to come over? I wondered. The passenger side door opened and I was beginning to feel uneasy. If she did call Anthony to come over, she would’ve told him I was outside, sitting on the steps right? I mean, he would announce himself? I mused as I watched the man get out of the car with a bag.
I slowly stood and backed up against the front door. Putting my hand on the door knob, I tried not to make any sudden movements even though my phone was still playing music. ‘Your Hands’ floated through the dark of night even though I had put the phone inside of my clutch. I held my breath as he quickly walked toward the house. As soon as he got halfway up the driveway, the motion lights flooded the yard with light.
“Emanuel,” I breathed as he walked, squinting at the sudden burst of light. I released my grip on the door knob and stood frozen, not knowing what to do.
“Hey, I’m Emily’s brother. I’m dropping this equipment off for her,” he said as he walked closer to the porch which was cloaked in darkness. I didn’t respond. I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe.
His hand came up to shield his eyes from the bright light and when he was close enough to recognize me, he stopped. “Sahara?” he softly asked from a safe distance away. Hearing my name on his lips gave me butterflies.
Say something. Don’t just stand here, I willed myself to speak, but the way he was looking at me made it hard to breathe. My chest heaved as I braced myself against the front door.
“Sahara,” Emanuel repeated, his eyes quickly grazed my body. He walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at me. Seeing him was proving to be too much because I was starting to feel emotional. His intense stare held me hostage. I wanted to speak, but words escaped me.
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