When he finished, he headed straight to me and sat down beside me.
"Your voice is amazing! You could be a dancer now!" Kim shouted at him, and everyone cheered.
I just stared at him, amused by his participation in the banter.
"That's my hidden talent," he said.
"I wish you had hidden it instead," Oliver joked, and they all laughed again.
When their banter subsided, he finally turned his gaze to me. I gave him a restrained smile, unable to explain my emotions.
All I knew was, he is too good for me, and I am too bad for him.
"You were amazing," I whispered in a low voice, taking a sip of the beer in my hand before grabbing another. "I need to go to the bathroom," I excused myself when I felt a wave of nausea due to excessive nervousness.
I heard Rusty calling out to me, but I ignored him. I went straight to the bathroom and threw up repeatedly, followed by another round of silent sobbing.