Chapter 35

“Jesus, God, tell me it gets better.” Titus’s pained voice startled me. He’d come to stand on my left and I hadn’t even noticed, too horrified by the prospect before us on the stage. And this was without alcohol! Unless someone had snuck some in on the sly. I hoped the woman wasn’t really like this sober.

I shook my head. “Nope, sorry to inform you. This seems to be as good as it gets.”

“And this is without alcohol?”

I laughed. “I was just thinking that.” A minute later, I asked, “Weren’t you playing sports or something? Where are your buddies?” I tried not to be envious. After all, I couldn’t compete.

He shrugged. “I left them arguing over who scored the most points. I’m here to have fun, not bitch and moan. Though, if this goes on any longer…Hey,” he said, turning to me, eyes sharpening their focus. “I think we should go up there and do a song together.”

I recoiled in horror. “What? No way! I’m leaving at noon. I’m sure the list is filled up anyway.”