his larger pale one gave him little opportunity to escape.
“Who’s house is this?” he asked as she guided him through the massive oak doors. He could hear the music blaring as they moved farther into the massive structure. Someone was singing Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way”, and very badly, he observed.
“Myron and Danny’s. They always host karaoke night. We do it every couple of months just to let our hair down,” Delona explained. “I thought it would be a great way to break the ice with any newcomers to Soul of the Matter.”
It didn’t take long for them to make it to the source of the racket. Koen couldn’t believe his eyes. The large room they entered had been transformed into a bonafide karaoke club. The sight of the wet bar raised his guard a little, but the feel of Delona’s hand still holding his aided in tamping it down. The long bar occupied the rear of the room and was very busy with people shouting their orders at the only other person wearing a tie besides him. Everyone else, with the exception of him, Delona, and Cara, was dressed in casual clothing.
Suddenly self-conscious, Koen started to remove his tie with his free hand while continuing to take in his surroundings. A large stage sat at the front of the room with a DJ set-up to the side. The person on stage was a small Asian woman who couldn’t have been more than twenty-two. She didn’t sound anything like Lady Gaga, but the crowd didn’t seem to mind. It looked like most everyone was on the dance floor having a good time as a disco ball spun and colored lighting flittered about the room.
“Heeyyy!” Katie said loudly, approaching Delona with her arms wide open. The two women hugged. Katie’s ponytail rocked back and forth as Delona tried to stabilize her, keeping the both of them from toppling over. “I didn’t think you’d be here.” Katie released her boss. It was apparent she’d had a bit too much to drink. “Heard you were out on a date,” she said, slurring her words. “Hey, Koen,” she added, waving at him with a huge smile accompanied by glossy eyes.
“Hey, yourself,” he replied with a curt wave of his own. Although he was grateful his drinking days were behind him, he found it hilarious to see the ever-efficient Katie full of drink. At least she appeared to be a happy drunk.
“Oooh!” she declared with wide eyes. “I heard you had started talking with an accent. I like, I like.” Koen blushed, allowing a coy smile to cross his lips. Katie suddenly gasped as if something huge had just occurred to her. “Now that you’re here, you guys can do your number!” she squealed excitedly, jumping up and down. She turned and began making her way through the crowd shouting, “Hey, everyone. Delona’s here!”
Luckily, the Lady Gaga butcher-er had just finished her number, and the DJ had taken over with some dubstep. A loud cheer went up from the crowd as they continued dancing. Some craned their necks in their direction, lifting their drinks in acknowledgement of her presence.
Delona started laughing and began to remove her shoes as Koen looked on in confusion. “What’s going on?” he asked.
Before she could answer, Cara appeared. “Let’s go, sister-girl!” she cried, dragging Delona away.
Koen grabbed a seat at the bar and immediately turned his attention to the front of the room, ignoring the liquid temptation behind him. He watched as Myron, Danny, Cara, and Delona took the stage. The crowd cajoled them wildly as the four of them lined up with individual microphones and started bopping to the opening music of “I Gotta Feeling” by the Black Eyed Peas. Myron and Danny were impressive as they sang the male portion of the song while gyrating to the music. He had never seen them so relaxed sporting matching khaki shorts, white button-down shirts, and beach sandals. The two women danced around in the background doing
“Who’s house is this?” he asked as she guided him through the massive oak doors. He could hear the music blaring as they moved farther into the massive structure. Someone was singing Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way”, and very badly, he observed.
“Myron and Danny’s. They always host karaoke night. We do it every couple of months just to let our hair down,” Delona explained. “I thought it would be a great way to break the ice with any newcomers to Soul of the Matter.”
It didn’t take long for them to make it to the source of the racket. Koen couldn’t believe his eyes. The large room they entered had been transformed into a bonafide karaoke club. The sight of the wet bar raised his guard a little, but the feel of Delona’s hand still holding his aided in tamping it down. The long bar occupied the rear of the room and was very busy with people shouting their orders at the only other person wearing a tie besides him. Everyone else, with the exception of him, Delona, and Cara, was dressed in casual clothing.
Suddenly self-conscious, Koen started to remove his tie with his free hand while continuing to take in his surroundings. A large stage sat at the front of the room with a DJ set-up to the side. The person on stage was a small Asian woman who couldn’t have been more than twenty-two. She didn’t sound anything like Lady Gaga, but the crowd didn’t seem to mind. It looked like most everyone was on the dance floor having a good time as a disco ball spun and colored lighting flittered about the room.
“Heeyyy!” Katie said loudly, approaching Delona with her arms wide open. The two women hugged. Katie’s ponytail rocked back and forth as Delona tried to stabilize her, keeping the both of them from toppling over. “I didn’t think you’d be here.” Katie released her boss. It was apparent she’d had a bit too much to drink. “Heard you were out on a date,” she said, slurring her words. “Hey, Koen,” she added, waving at him with a huge smile accompanied by glossy eyes.
“Hey, yourself,” he replied with a curt wave of his own. Although he was grateful his drinking days were behind him, he found it hilarious to see the ever-efficient Katie full of drink. At least she appeared to be a happy drunk.
“Oooh!” she declared with wide eyes. “I heard you had started talking with an accent. I like, I like.” Koen blushed, allowing a coy smile to cross his lips. Katie suddenly gasped as if something huge had just occurred to her. “Now that you’re here, you guys can do your number!” she squealed excitedly, jumping up and down. She turned and began making her way through the crowd shouting, “Hey, everyone. Delona’s here!”
Luckily, the Lady Gaga butcher-er had just finished her number, and the DJ had taken over with some dubstep. A loud cheer went up from the crowd as they continued dancing. Some craned their necks in their direction, lifting their drinks in acknowledgement of her presence.
Delona started laughing and began to remove her shoes as Koen looked on in confusion. “What’s going on?” he asked.
Before she could answer, Cara appeared. “Let’s go, sister-girl!” she cried, dragging Delona away.
Koen grabbed a seat at the bar and immediately turned his attention to the front of the room, ignoring the liquid temptation behind him. He watched as Myron, Danny, Cara, and Delona took the stage. The crowd cajoled them wildly as the four of them lined up with individual microphones and started bopping to the opening music of “I Gotta Feeling” by the Black Eyed Peas. Myron and Danny were impressive as they sang the male portion of the song while gyrating to the music. He had never seen them so relaxed sporting matching khaki shorts, white button-down shirts, and beach sandals. The two women danced around in the background doing
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