A Yearning Beyond Years
I hadn’t seen him laugh that hard in months; for a muscular man, he seemed to have the mind of a child .
Eventually we reached the karaoke place. A red neon “SING YOUR HEART OUT” sign buzzed above the door .
Inside, it smelled like cheap beer and bad perfume, but it had charm, sticky floors, disco lights, and a tiny stage with a screen playing low-res lyrics.
A group of middle-aged women were screaming their way through “Like a Prayer,” and Michael looked like he’d found heaven.
“Oh, we’re doing this,” he said, already thumbing through the song catalog on the touchscreen.
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