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"He actually kissed you this time," Piper smirked. I glared. "Three times!"

"First time before he knew I broke up with Luke..."

"And the third time before asking you on a date! How are you not excited?"

"I am excited Piper. But remember, I have to go to his house again, to sing with him, tomorrow." I sighed. I was a nervous wreck! My hair was a mess, my clothed were askew, and Piper was driving me to Karaoke. I didn't want to go with both my tattoo and piercing showing, but Piper made me.

"Do you know what you're singing?"

"Meant To Be by Bebe Rexha, and Florida Georgia Line."

"That's a three-parter song..." She looked at me, and I shrugged.

"He said we would do it as a duet. I don't know the details, Pipes..." I bit my lip, looking out the window as we got to the Karaoke bar.

"Well, I know what your singing."

"Piper, it's a-"

"Not that. A solo, Annabeth." I sighed and got out of the car. "Here Without You. By Three Doors Down."

"Oh... I can do that... I guess..." I was still nervous. The last time I had sung in front of someone while sober was when Luke started dating me... He told me to shut the fuck up and never sing to him again.

I did just that, and I was kind of regretting it, now... Piper led me inside and to the stage. I saw Rachel on stage, singing, and reeled back for a second. She was an amazing singer... I couldn't help but wonder why Percy wanted me to do the song instead of her... I was glad he did, but still...

Piper spoke to the DJ, setting up my song. I watched Rachel, hearing the crowd cheering, and wondered if I could get more applause... I doubted it, but... Suddenly I was determined to prove to myself that Percy had picked me to sing with him for a reason, to prove to myself that Percy wouldn't regret choosing me to sing with him instead of Rachel.

I looked to Piper as she got back to my side. "You're next, you ready?"

"Totally. I'm gonna kick ass."

"Are you being sarcastic?" I smiled at her, shrugged, and looked back to Rachel. "Whats that mean?"

***

I got onto the stage and took the microphone. I saw Rachel's look of shock, and curiosity, as the DJ announced me, and the music started.

"A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder.."

I held the microphone as I sang, hitting the lower notes with more certainty that I expected too.

"And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face,"

"I'm here without you, baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you, baby
And I dream about you all the time,"

"I'm here without you, baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me, yeah."

I smiled to myself at the look of approval on Rachel's face.

"The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go, oh, yeah, yeah"

"I'm here without you, baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you, baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you, baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight, girl, its only you and me,"

I pulled the microphone off the stand as the song continued, ignoring the feeling of threatening eyes on me, happy to take the stage again and embrace what I loved to do once again.

"Everything I know, and anywhere I go (oh whoa)
It gets hard but it won't take away my love (oh whoa)
And when the last one falls
When it's all said and done,"

By now, I knew this song well enough to know the notes and the words by heart, so I didn't have to pay attention to the screen to know my timing was right. I glanced at it once, and then I was good to go... I'd missed this. I'd missed singing in front of people. Speaking of those people, I could hear them cheering me on over the music as I got deep into my favorite song.

"It gets hard but it wont take away my love, whoa, oh, oh
I'm here without you, baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you, baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you, baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight, girl, it's only you and me...
"

When it was over, I was a little sad. I mean, I was smiling like I'd just won the lottery, but I didn't want it to be over just yet... Then again... I could always sing another...

"Whoa-ho-ho!" The DJ laughed, grinning ear to ear at me. "Now that is a set of pipes! I'd say you rival Kelly Clarkson, or even Adele!"

I smirked. "Oh, I wish."

"Wanna sing another?" He raised an eyebrow. I glanced around. Rachel was clapping, giving me a thumbs up. Piper was sitting at the front of the stage- Well. She wasn't sitting. She was hopping up and down like an estatic fan girl about to meet her favorite TV show actor. The rest of the crowd was shouting for an encour, and I knew I couldn't say no... No matter how shy I got when I saw Luke at the back of the bar, glaring at me with his icy blue eyes filled with anger and loathing.

"Bring it!" I laughed, nodding. The crowd burst into cheers, and I smiled more, before telling the DJ what to play.

I smirked to myself as the music for 'Papi' by Jennifer Lopez began to play.

Okay... I don't 100% remember how well I sang this song, but I know people loved it. The reason I don't remember... I got really into dancing too it. I only danced because I knew Luke was watching. I knew it would make him mad. I wanted him to know that since he treated me like shit, he was loosing something amazing.

By the time I got off stage, breathless and ready for a shot of whiskey, I felt freer. I was proud of myself for letting go and having fun, but deep down, I was still nervous. In less than 24 hours, I was singing in front of my favorite Youtuber- I was singing with him... I couldn't be more terrified... Which is why I begged Piper to get me some whiskey. She complied, and pretty soon, I felt better. I was buzzed, wasn't nearly as nervous, and i was ready to go home.

We grabbed a taxi, got inside, and I crashed onto Piper's bed, snoring like a cow.

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