Sing 2 Clay Calloway Novels & Stories

Cicely gets Nova to stand up and start dancing with her and other people join them. I call Nova onstage with me and have them sing a few duets with me we do our rendition of “Butterflies” by MAX and FLETCHER, then I get themto sing while I play my guitar for our rendition of “Funnel of Love” by Wanda Jackson and the Cramps. They give me a quick kiss and I say, “Let’s hear it for my lovely fiance, everyone!” A round of applause and some cheers go out. I finish playing my set and get off stage.

He added while crossing his arms on his chest comfortably. Clay leaned down from his standing position beside me, whispering, “I think we’ll do the singing scene first. Build up the mood?” I glanced sideways at him, trying to be a little serious. He can’t be thinking I would always be so helpless in anything he trying to do to me. “I told you not to tease me.” The answer sounded firmer than what I imagined in my head. Clayton instantly releases his loose grip on my shoulders, hands up. “Sorry,” he whispered, rather apologetically.

He had a halfway smile as he plopped down on the piano stool. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I hope the show is to your liking. I didn't have time to rehearse, but I trust that my colleagues will do an excellent job. Hopefully I won't end up on YouTube as the woman who ruined the event,” Chelsea joked, getting a couple of laughs from those present. This first song is by Frank Sinatra , called Killing Me Softly .

Someone clapped. Someone else yelled, “Yessir, this is gonna be good!” And then… The music started. Not a rock song. Not a classic country hit. Not even something he could halfway sing. No. Johnny damn Crawford picked the sappiest, most tragic country ballad in the book: “When You Say Nothing At All.” Her mouth dropped open. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “Oh my god,” Mads repeated, snorting. “He’s gonna butcher it.” And he did.

“Sarah McLachlan.” Calum nods. “Never heard of that one.” “What about Elvis Presley? Love me Tender.” By now, the crowd has reduced to five. We need to pick a song right now. In a singsong voice, I murmur, “Love me Tender, Love me long. Take me to your heart, for it’s there that I belong…” “It’s not a duet,” Calum says. “Neither was Alanis.” The old man leans forward, blocking my view of Calum. “I think I agree with the lady.” Okay. I love this man. “Everybody loves Presley, Cal.”

it made me really upset. "Hello, everyone. I am Agape Clive. And my first song out of three is There's Got to Be A Way by Mariah Carey." I tried my best to sound happy. Because really, their silence saddens me. I waited for my song to play. The clean song. But nothing played. Then a man went on stage and whispered something to the emcees.

'tonight I might fall in love,.. Depending on how you hold me... I'm glad that I'm coming down.. Don let no one come control me.. Keep dancing and call it love.. She fighting but falling slowly.. If ever you are in doubt, remember what mama told me.. Brown skin girl... Your skin just like pearls... The best thing in the world... I'll never trade you for anybody else... Brown skin gir–—' My singing was interrupted by the loud bang on the door. I was sure it was Clara. My troublesome best friend.

"No, sis. It feels like my fingers are rusty. The piano doesn’t sound right." Clara smiled and walked over. "I’ll help you." The two of them tuned the piano together. When they finished, Théo began playing the first chords of Girl on Fire. Clara closed her eyes for a second, then started singing along. Her voice came out clear and emotional, as if she were freeing something that had been trapped for weeks. They sang the entire song. When the last note faded, she was smiling. "It’s been so long since I sang," she said, emotional.

Cali asks me. “I would have to say yes. He’s an Alpha. He’s not used to being turned down.” As we’re talking, the music in the bar turns off. Cali and I look around. “What’s going on?” It’s quiet for a moment, then we hear the sound of horrible singing. “Love, I get so lost sometimes Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart” “Oh my goddess, is that someone singing karoke? They’re terrible.” We look around. Anders has a microphone and is walking toward us. Clint is walking beside him, and he has a….is that a boombox that he’s carrying over his head?

“He might be able to be more than one person at a time. So, you all need to prove you are who you appear to be. Claire, why don’t you go first?” “Why don’t you go fuck yourself?” “Good, you pass. Floss?” “Um, er.” She screwed up her nose in concentration. “Ooh, Ah could sing a song. Ah’ve got a Taylor Swift medley that Ah’ve been working on.” She jumped up and down, delighted at the prospect. “Excellent. No one could fake that much joy over Taylor Swift’s music.” “Tell me when yo’ want me to start?” “Never. Dudley?” Dudley stared at me, wide-eyed with indecision.