Chapter 116

One of the newbies finished mangling Whitney Houston and Kenneth handed Levi the microphone. His selection wasn't written down.

Whatever the song was, it was not "You Shook Me."

I smirked at Priya, not recognizing the tune until Levi rapped the chorus. It was "Get Ur Freak On." I stood at the side of the stage, my smirk falling away, because he was nailing the rap. He was just drunk enough that his words were slightly slurred, but his voice was low and rich, rolling through me.

About three-quarters of the way into the song, Levi started twerking, one arm flung up like a drunk bride claiming her victory dance, and suddenly AC/DC wasn't much of a barometer of anything.

When he got off the stage to a standing ovation from our table, he came over. "Surprised?"

"Hot damn, son," I said, "you're my hero."