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I glance at Luke and notice him gaping at me. “What?” I ask, I look around myself. “You like this song?” he asks closing his mouth. I blush beet red. “It’s a great song” I shrug, nothing weird happening here, just some singing…to a song about orgasms. He laughs “It sure is, and I think I could do it often. I think I have done it often.” I think I’ve become redder than the damn stop light. Thankfully the song changes to I love your way by Powderfinger. Phew!

Actually all upcoming songs are the ones you wanted to sing that's why you are freaking out what you are going to do first. "Just sing it! Geeze!" I let out a laugh as I took the song book away from your hands. And in an instant, you took the microphone from the coffee table and started singing right away. Unfortunately, you didn't got the chance to start the very beginning. You faced me with that meme like face of as you keep singing some parts of the first verse. "Watermelon sugar high." "Jesus Christ!" I backed away even though there is no space for me to stepped on the moment you started dancing with a not so decent moves as you sang the song.

I hugged the pillow close, letting the cool night air soothe my restless mind. With that small hope, I let sleep claim me, though my dreams were filled with fragments of questions that had yet to be answered. I woke up to the sound of loud, vintage music playing early in the morning. Curious and slightly annoyed, I made my way downstairs. In the living room, I saw Uncle Rafael, eyes closed, swaying gently as if savoring the music flowing from the old speakers. The song was unmistakable—“Unchained Melody” by The Righteous Brothers.

An inspiring song. I then imagined Adam Levine surrounded by Aisyah, Kirana, and Julia. Then for some reason, Amelia appeared along with it. I started humming, “Spent twenty-four hours, I need more hours with you…” Suddenly, “Un(o), dos, un(o), dos, tres, cuat(tro)!” Big K counted and then the thump and distortion followed. An intro song titled Anticop Fuck The Police then interrupted my singing. But, my energy immediately swelled up like a blood-curdling. That's how we started training that afternoon. Followed in a row, Orgasmatron, Dead Embryonic Cells, Territory, and other prestissimo tempo countrymen. And of course, our own works.

Ben’s eyes were glued on Hugo as he tells my son, “I haven't sang to someone in a while now.” "What are you going to sing to me uncle Hugo?" Ben asks. Hugo purses his lips and glares at me. "A song that I love." He says to Ben while keeping his eyes glancing at me. "And a song that I'm sure your mother knows." Ben smiles. “I want to hear it.” Suddenly Hugo starts humming the intro of Pulse which has been one of their popular songs back in the day. The song was written by Zachary and he revealed in an interview before that the song was something personal to him since it was about his recovery from addictions.

Suddenly the voice of the soloist singing ‘End of the Road’ by Boys II Men snapped me out of whatever trance I was heading into and brought me back. “What the hell? Who sings this at a funeral?” The sting from Mama smacking me on the leg for me to hush let me know I was on the verge of causing an unnecessary scene. “I take it you’re okay.” My best friend reached over my sister lap grabbed my hand and leaned in,

The first song to play is Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge. "Spooky," I say setting the phone down in the cup holder. "There are a couple that I put on there because they reminded me of you and Micca," "I love it already and it's just the first song." I sit back to listen to it. When he takes a turn into one of the abandoned neighborhoods two bikes pull up in front of us and a car blocks us in from behind. I sit up reaching for my gun. "Easy, Princess. They're Ottis's guys," he puts his hand over mine.

The rock music that was loudly playing was stopped suddenly. Everyone looked towards the stage confused, as to why the music was stopped abruptly. Qingxi motioned the DJ to play the tuning of her song. She had chosen 'Psycho by red velvet' Those who were dancing mad were becoming a bit agitated at the soft music. "Hey what the hell man?" Someone hollered. Before anyone else could say anything she started singing, 'Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah Hmm yeah, psycho Tell me who you think you are Coming in to break my heart

"It's going to be loud. Save your eardrums." We checked the sound and acoustics before running through a condensed version of the songs on the playlist. We had most of our show down to a science, though adlib changed things up and made for better entertainment. And we lived to entertain. Practice went smooth but before leaving the stage, I started a well-known riff knowing the guys would catch on. The song wasn't ours and actually belonged to the Rolling Stones.

And then he shrugged a reluctant acquiescence. Flossie turned around and faced the room. Most of the men were more interested in what was in their mugs to be too concerned with what was going on in the corner. Flossie cleared her throat and began singing ‘True Colours’ by Cyndi Lauper. It was acapella at first, and then the lute guy joined in. He was trying to copy the refrain and struggling a bit, but he eventually locked into the melody, or a simplified version of it, and his accompaniment became more confident.