"Excuse me, may I trouble you for a moment?"
She looked up to see this nervous-looking redhead with a nice beard before her. As every second transpired, he got more comfortable and more smooth. His blue eyes had a sparkle to them and there was a certain charm he emoted.
"Yes, you may," she responded, also checking in with her two friends, a beautiful, slender, bronze goddess with tons of wit and a voluptuous, curvy redhead dressed in brown. The three of them looked fabulous. I know that their energy and magnetism had to have been inviting to the mysterious singer.
She was, however, without question the most beautiful woman in the bar that night. The invitee had beautiful hair, colored and highlighted. It was the perfect hair for playing with while she laid her head down in your lap. Like, shampoo commercial beautiful.
And her eyes. He had never seen anything like it. Gem collectors would dream of finding a color so pure. Crayola would labor a million different combinations and never craft a color as rich and fulfilling. The world stopped the moment he locked into her gaze.
She wore a pink dress, flattering, vibrant. To match the dress she had a matching eye shadow. Not that she needed makeup, but it was a rich enhancement. It made her look deeper, more extravagant. Her face itself was a canvas for the art of her expression. She was everything you could want in a woman.
"Look, there's a song I've wanted to try but it's a duet. Would you be interested in trying it with me?"
She looked to her friends for encouragement and they motioned to her to do it. "Okay, what song?"
"There's no time. They're about to cue it up," as he led her to the stage by the hand and handed her a mic. As the music cued up, he began in his gentle baritone, "Turn around..."
Catching the screen and figuring out the lyrics, she responded in song, "Every now and then, I get a little bit lonely/And you're never coming 'round."
The next line was "Turn around..." a little more earnest.
Now finding her footing, she continued confidently, "Every now and then, I get a little bit tired/Of listening to the sound of my tears"
They flowed smoothly and then when it got to the chorus, she noticed something. As she belted it out, she noticed he hid in the back corner. Her let her take the spotlight. He crafted this to highlight her talent and skill. She was kind of-actually, really impressed by this.
After the chorus, he began "Turn around, bright eyes..." Then when he repeated it again, he locked eyes and brushed her hair behind her ears. At this point, the electricity could have powered a third world country. The chemistry was undeniable. Her friends all clapped and cheered for her.
