Every Move You Make [RDJ] - IN PROGRESS

One

"Hey, buddy," I mumble into his shoulder as I pat his back in hello.

"Thrilled to have you around," he answers with a smile. "How long, again?"

"Just a couple days.  Movers start tomorrow."

"Stay as long as you'd like," he offers, then a hand reaches out to his side, gesturing to a female with short hair, maybe mid sixties, and a younger girl with similar facial features in a short, white dress.  "Have you met Erin?"

"Not in person, but we've talked on the phone," I muse, rolling back on my heels to offer her my hand.

To be kind, I leave a kiss on her cheek, then mimic to the girl at her side.

"This must be the blushing bride!" I celebrate, and yes, she does blush.  "Congratulations."

"Sarah," she answers in a shaky voice; did she forget she married another man today?  "Thank you so much for being here."

"I love weddings," I make up on the spot, glancing around, then back at Gordon.  "I'm afraid I have to duck out in a few minutes, dinner plans...  So, stage, left, right?  How do you want to do this?"

"Our niece, Rachel, is finishing up her set," Erin tells me, to which I glance at her back; a short, dark haired girl, who looks quite out of place at the mic at the moment.  "She's a fan."

Wonderful.

"A big fan," Sarah smirks.  "We kind of didn't tell her you're coming, so it's a surprise."

"I thought I was doing you the favor?" I ask, eyebrow raised, but toss it aside.  "She looks nervous."

"She's not a contracted singer, just a side thing," Sarah informs me.

Glancing again at the girl, I watch as she finishes quite an odd choice for a wedding reception; Love Bites by Def Leppard.  

"Sounds good, just looks nervous," I repeat, and it's true; she has a good voice, I'll give her that for now.

"Thank you,"she mutters emptily into the mic, met with a small applause.

I think her family is saying something as she makes her way off the stage, but my eyes are caught on her figure; slim, yet curvy, and that dress is hugging her in all the right ways....all the right ways.  I lean slightly over to get a peek more before she disappears to a table, but have to snap my attention back when there's a hand from Gord on my shoulder.

Wishing I'd worn my dark sunglasses today instead of the clear frames, I swallow uncomfortably and run a hand through my hair.  It's getting too long, I need to cut this shit off as soon as the press tour ends...

"You get into the place okay?" my friend asks, deterring the conversation.

"They're unloading my things now," I confirm.  

"You're staying in the area?" the bride's mother asks, making small talk as she gives the girl a break for a drink, I guess.  "What part?"

Good thing I'm staying back here.  No alcohol temptations, please.  Just show up, say hello to the bride and groom, sing, then duck out and cut this thing short.  Plus, I got meetings tomorrow morning and sleep sounds wonderful.  At least two of those three have already been completed.

"Moving from Santa Monica to a place near Zuma," I answer, feigning a smile back.  "Gonna stay with this one for a few days, need some beach air and a break."

"Oh, wonderful!" the lady celebrates, which elicits that internal siren. "We're just a couple houses down and are hosting a dinner tomorrow...why don't you two join us?"