Karaoke Night
I ended Coldplay's Sky Full of Stars with a strong high note I was proud of. "You already know you killed it," she told me as I walked past her from the karaoke stage. "Haha, thank you!" I said, giving her a fist bump. Her dark hair drew me in. "I'm Spencer," I said. "I'm Maya," she said. The dive bar was poppin', so I sauntered about with compliments like "I love your hair," or "You should be selling out concerts." Some scoffed but most talked. "Blow it in my face," I told an older lady vaping. She told me she lived an hour away before she inhaled. Then she breathed coconut-strawberry goodness into my face, and I bought a round of lemon drops for the group. She gave me and Maya her number. She gave me fuck-me-eyes. "I doubt she'll remember I texted her," said Maya. "Uh huh," I said. Every couple songs I would crack a joke with Maya, careful to include her male companion....