Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
There was a break in performances, and the stage was empty for the first time all night. An idea popped into my head, and I made my way over to the DJ booth.
Rump Shaker by Wreckx-N-Effect started playing in my head, and I wondered if Nina would get the joke if I got up and sang it. I just wanted to show her how dumb her ex was, and singing a song about big asses seemed to be the most fitting idea at the moment. At least, my drunk brain thought so.
I didn’t think I could pull Rump Shaker off, though.
“What songs do you have about big asses?”
“These Humps by Black Eyed Peas?” he suggested.
“What else?”
“Honky Tonk Badonkadonk by Trace Adkins?”
“Ugh…anything else?”
“What about Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen?”
Yes. Effing brilliant. Perfect, in fact.
“Let’s go with that one.”
“Wanna go next? There’s no one in line.”
Shit. Did I really want to do this? Hell yes, I did. Making her laugh was way more important than making a fool out of myself.
I waited with the microphone in hand until I saw Nina return to our booth. She looked confused and started looking around for me.
I cleared my throat.
“What’s your name?” the DJ asked.
I spoke into the mic, “Spencer.”
Nina’s jaw dropped when she noticed me on stage, and she covered her mouth with her hand.
“What are you singing, Spencer?”
I whispered to him to lower my volume a little because it was obnoxiously loud.
“This is a special song for Nina. Please forgive me for being such an ass goblin.”
She looked around in embarrassment. The look on her face was priceless as her mouth eventually curved into a huge smile.
Once the music started, I really got into it, moving my head to the beat and tapping my feet. My eyes alternated between the words on the teleprompter and Nina’s face. She was wiping tears from her eyes. They were happy tears. My plan was working.
I vaguely noticed a bunch of women in the front row whistling at me and shouting some vulgar shit as my hips swayed. My mind was too focused on Nina’s beautiful smile to care. When you’re on stage, the bright lights make everything out in the audience look dark. For some reason, Nina just glowed in the midst of it all. Her hair, her eyes, her smile were all I could see, all I wanted to see.
The people in the crowd were really getting into my rendition of Fat Bottomed Girls and were now clapping in unison. Some ladies were standing up and shaking their asses around. It was a hot mess.
Sweat soaked through the back of my shirt, a result of the hot stage lights. When the song finished, I grabbed a napkin and used it on my forehead. Nina gave me a standing ovation as she wiped her eyes.
A couple of girls stopped me as I was heading back to our booth. I was trying not to be rude but really just wanted to get to Nina. Before I blew them off, one of the girls handed me her phone number, which was a pretty desperate move. I knew Nina saw it because my eyes had been on her the whole time. I was hoping she didn’t think I asked for it. I later dumped it into the leftover flames from our Pu Pu Platter to show her just how little I cared about those digits. I had to question my actions, though. What was I trying to prove when I should have been steering her away from me instead of making it obvious that I only had eyes for her?
While our time at the karaoke restaurant was coming to a close, the night was just beginning when it came to fending off my feelings for her. Even the Gods were joking about it on my behalf.
“Aren’t you gonna open your fortune? Take the one facing you. That’s the one meant for you. I’ll go first,” Nina said. She cracked one open and discarded the cookie. “When one door closes, another opens.”
She seemed to be pondering what that meant. My thinking was…it’s a damn cookie. Don’t take it seriously.
Until…
“Your turn,” she said.
I grabbed my cookie and split it open. Without even reading it, I joked, “Big-butt girl make man smile.”
Nina giggled. “No sir!”
“I’m kidding. I’m kidding.”
“What does it really say?”
The smile on my face disappeared pretty quickly as the words on the slip of paper registered.
Now is the time to make a move.
If I didn’t know better, I would have thought this cookie was busting my balls. There was no doubt that under the circumstances, that message seemed made for me. I just didn’t know what to do with it.
Nina kept innocently looking at me waiting for a reply.
I coughed. “Now is the time to make a move.”
She nodded slowly for the longest time before saying, “Interesting.”