“And even if you are,” I add, “it isn’t about being good, necessarily. “I look forward to hearing it,” says Quint-and I think he means it. I can’t understand why it wasn’t a single.”
I swallow and scoot in a little farther to give him space.Īri returns, bouncing nervously on her toes, and they all start talking about karaoke and Ari’s song-neither Quint nor Jude has heard of it, either-and Ari sighs dramatically when she hears this. Ari has left a spot open on the other side of the booth, next to Jude, but Quint slides in next to me. Quint and Jude share a fist bump and some muttered boy-ish niceties. Quint, startled by my reaction, takes a surprised step back. “Okay, I’d better give this to her before I talk myself out of it,” she says, sliding out of the booth. She immediately writes down her name and the song she wants to do. Ari inhales a deep breath and grabs the top slip of paper. Remember, if something isn’t in the binder, I might still be able to find it online. I’ve had Louis Armstrong stuck in my head all month thanks to you. Your performance of ‘Instant Karma!’ was great.” She leans forward, beaming at Ari. “Just fine,” I say, feeling the back of my scalp. “Happy to see you all came back,” she says, grinning. Trish stops by and hands us a song binder plus a stack of paper slips for us to write down our song choices. Reading into things is what I do.Īs a waiter stops by to deliver our drinks, I realize I’ve become fidgety with nerves. I know I shouldn’t read into it, but I can’t help it. And yeah, we’re supposed to be making plans for the gala, which is a totally legitimate reason to spend time together. Outside of school, outside of volunteering, just hanging out at karaoke night. And that is where my nerves are coming from.
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