Have you ever heard an angel before? You always hear those fake movie style voices that are supposed to be angels. That's what we assume they sound like.
If we are going with that assumption, I just heard a fucking angel.
"Fly me to the moon," He sang the famous Sinatra song softly. I closed my eyes and smiled as his voice reached all the notes.
After a couple minutes he stopped. "Um yeah...I'm sort of a Frank Sinatra nerd..."
I giggled and applaud him. "That was amazing!"
Brendon started blushing and looking at his feet. "Thanks," He sighed softly. "I've never really singed in front of anyone before. Not sober that is." He shrugged and chuckled.
I nodded, "Maybe you should do it more often? If you're comfortable that is." I decided to be a good friend and make sure I didn't push him into doing something he did not wish to.
He shrugged once more, "I guess? I could always look into gigs around the city?"
I smiled, "And I would attend everyone of those gigs. I'll be your biggest fan!" We both started laughing.
And that's when he slowly and careful wrapped his arm around my waist.