Chapter 5: Her Hidden Talent Chapter 5
Cathelyn's P. O. V
We entered Stereo 27 one of the famous bar in New York.
The crew chose the table at the left of the stage in front. It has a better view of the band who will perform tonight.
"Let's enjoy tonight shall we?" Patty putting her arms in my shoulders while laughing.
There is a thick crowd lots of sexy women and men drinking, giggling all over the place.
As Charles waived at us he asked us what we want for a drink. I ordered Martini while Patty ordered Frozen Margarita.
Am not a heavy drinker. I bet its not my thing... But I love music watching bands is quite amusing for me. since my dad was a former band in his early years. I taught me how to sing. And I guess It's my hidden talent...
Only Patricia knows I could really sing since she always caught me in the back door singing once in a while.
The music in the bar is bouncy everybody is dancing.
Am just sitting sipping my martini while I watch my crew Patty and Charles shaking their booties as if there's no tomorrow.
The DJ started to play the music low and started to announce that the live band will start in a few minutes...
The crowd started to clap and yell wildly... excited for the band to play their piece.
Not long after I heard them started singing Bon Jovi's song the crowd singing along with them. As well as me in my seat.
The instrumental played the lead guitarist took the centerstage... A familiar face shock me.
"Cathelyn look who's the guitarist!" Patricia giggles.
Hot Billionaire Robert Stevenson"she shouted.
She's turning into a fangirl...I snob.
I remained in my seat while watching I saw him looking in my direction but I don't want to assume he is looking at me knowing how thick the crowd might be.
The band played more songs. As they ended their first set. Patricia went back to our table sipping her quite melted margarita.
I then stared at me... "I know you disgust the guy and I know a perfect revenge for you." Patricia said with her criminical look.
"Patricia please don't bother I don't want to make a scene here.
" Just leave it to me dear This will be exciting believe me" shrugging my shoulders off.
I didn't talked back at her and I just tick my phone and scrolled some newsfeeds in my facebook.
The second set started the crowd turns wild again some drunk fat ass ladies dances with their partners like there is no other person around them...
Then I heard the vocalist announced jamming session. The first audience sang No women no cry by Bob Marley... Am in awe he sings legit Jamaican tone....
Then the next jammer sang Heaven by Bryan Adams his voice is like Bryan's am very impressed with how he sings.
The bands vocalist is also good he can sing any genre. He can do slow rock R&B even some blues. Overall the band was great. Except for the person who insulted me their Lead Guitarist...
Though he looks different today, He just wore jeans and a fitted sweat shirt his sculpted body is evident in his shirt I admit it looks sexy. But it doesn't change the fact he insulted me.
"And finally our last jammer" the vocalist announced, "whoah finally a woman singing Hearts' Alone" the crowed yelled and clap loudly. May we call on our stage Ms. Patricia!
I was shocked and had me stand up when Patricia was called..
Our table yells wildly as Patricia head herself in the stage...
"Hi"... Patricia greeted everyone in the stage...
She is about to say something...
"ahem ahem... Ladies and Gentlemen" am Patty! But am not the one who will sing infront of you tonight lemme call on our very own Cathelyn Hart!!! Crowd is cheering and clapping in suspense...
What the Fuck?!!? Patricia called my name on the stage I was trully shocked and I don't know what to do the next thing happened Charles was guiding me to the stage while Patricia and the band vocalist grabs my hand up to the center.
I faced Patricia and murmured her "what's this Pat..?"
"This is your sweet revenge darlin' show him what you really got! She smack me on my cheeks and heard the band started strumming the intro of the song...
I admit am nervous but I can't go down not now he was just an inch away from me.
I started the first lines my voice a littoe bit cracking.
I hear the ticking of the clock
I'm lying here the room's pitch dark
I wonder where you are tonight
No answer on the telephone
And the night goes by so very slow
Oh I hope that it won't end though
Alone....
As the drum beats I held my head up and sing this song full of pride not thinking that the asshole billionare is just beside me I don't look at him.
The vocalist waving his hands in the air as I am about to hit the highest note of the song.
The conceited billionaire guitarist stood beside me.
Alone... Ahhhhh ahhahhh ahhhh...
Til now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone
How do I get you alone
The crowd screemining putting their hands up in the air as I belted. He then played his guitar solo looking at me.
Our eyes met but i withdrew my in an instant. His gaze gives in chills in my spine.
I finished the song with a loud clap.
I hurriedly went back to our table. i feel my cheeks turning red as I reach my crew Patricia and Charles.
"What the hell was that? You are a great singer... You rocked it Honey" Patricia scolding me happily"
Charles and my crew giving me all praises.
I sat down and gulp my margarita straight my hands are still trembling I have mixed emotions. I haven't sang on stage quite a while since I graduated in college I have never performed again in front of many audiences.
I felt amazing...but I don't want to draw the attention of the crowd to me.
After Patricia finished her third Margarita I asked her that we get home since it's already past 12mn.
We walked out the bar happily... I drove her home.
"Thanks for the ride Chef!" she says
"You're welcome goodnight! " I replied.
I went drove back home to my apartment.
Am still sober so went straight to my bedroom and change my clothes with loose shirt and tiny shorts.
I slid down in my bed as I recall what just happened a while ago...
Mr. Stevenson's guitar playing flashes back...
I must admit he is quite good in playing the guitar he resembles to Kurt Cobain of Nirvana as he strums the string when I was singing.
Not long enough I dozed off to sleep.
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