Chapter 23

“Julian, let’s dance,” he said, butting right in over Uncle Eddie’s voice.

“I would love to,” Julian said without hesitation, and took Rafi’s arm as they entered the fray on the dance floor.

He could almost feel Julian’s brow furrowing as Rafi continued pulling him along, not stopping to dance, merely pushing through the crowd. Rafi led him all the way to the middle, where the DJ’s dais rose above the rest of the floor, and up the steps.

“Rafi, what exactly are you—”

“Come on!”

Up and onto the dais, where Rafi appropriated the mic from the irritated DJ. “Ladies and gentlemen! May I have your attention! Ladies and gentlemen, eyes up here!”

A significant number of eyes turned their way. The DJ, admitting defeat, tapered off the music, and now they were the center of attention.