It's Too Late Now
“You dragged me out.”
“Good. That was the plan.”
The cab slowed at a junction, music from a nearby shop spilling into the street. Tamara started tapping her fingers on her knee. “We’re going to Vibe & Voice Lounge. Karaoke, shots, bad singing, good vibes.”
“Bad singing?” I asked.
“Yes. Yours.”
I gasped. “Excuse me?”
She grinned. “You sing like a wounded goat.”
“Get out,” I said, laughing.
By the time we got there, the place was already alive. Colored lights moved across the walls, and someone was singing loudly on stage, completely off-key but happy.
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