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me. I start laughing. He is hilarious when he does that, he seems like a little girl who just got a new Barbie.

      "Little girl! You were dazz-ling! Beautiful! Diva! Everything!” I can’t stop laughing as he hugs me very tightly.

      "Thank you, George. Where's Jo? Tell me everything! Did you like it? Did I go out of tune? I was so nervous…”

      “Jo went outside to answer her phone. She's a little mysterious with this phone, see? She said it was work.” “Work on a Saturday, almost at midnight?” “I know... but you were stun! You sang perfectly.” They were all thrilled, praising her voice. “Little girl, if I wasn't gay, I'd get you. I never thought you'd be so sexy.”

      I smile, thinking about how good it is to realize one of my dreams, until a little dark cloud crosses my mind.

      "I hope Danny won't forbid me to carry on singing here. I'd be devastated.”

      "He may even try, but after tonight, if you don't sing here, you'll sing wherever you want. I'm sure your performance will be making waves for a long time.”

      I nod my head. George is absolutely right. If Daniel doesn't want me to keep singing here, he’ll be the one losing out.

      "By the way," he continues, “Alan couldn’t keep his eyes off you. If I were you, I'd take advantage of that hot, tattooed body to get rid of the backlog. I've heard quite a few stories about the way he “plays guitar”, if you know what I mean.”

      Damn it! That comment almost makes me spit out the water I was drinking.

      "George! Wait for me to finish drinking before you say those things”, I complain, though with a laugh, while trying to get myself together. It's very hard to be a lady around George.

      "I shouldn't have even started drinking.” “I told you, drinking without toasting, twenty years without getting. You've been on a drought, who knows since when. Just hold on, I'm going to get some water to save you from this curse.”

      He rolls his eyes and goes to the bartender, like he's doing me a huge favor.

      I laugh so much that my eyes fill with tears. I need to shake myself to avoid crying and smudge my makeup.

      Jo arrives at this moment, her face half red. Is she blushing? Seriously? I've never seen her look embarrassed like this before. Before I open my mouth to talk, she jumps on me.

      "Bestieeee! You were beautiful! I even cried when you sang the first song!”, she says, and we happily embrace each other. George approaches and hugs us too. I'm sure we look like three needy freaks in front of the bar.

      "Okay, one water for each one, because our pop diva can't drink alcohol so as not to affect her performance.”

      We lift our bottles and toast.

      I drink the water quickly, before George makes me laugh with some other insane commentary. When I look backstage, Alan makes a sign that it's time to come back.

      “I have to go.”

      "Little girl, can I order a song? George asks, pulling his really needy face. I can't say “no” when he does this to me.

      “Of course. What do you want me to sing?”

      "Fever, a classic.”

      "Jeez, George. You're so predictable. You could only want me to sing something from Madonna.”

      "I Adooooore her! My favorite diva.” He winks at me. "After you, of course.”

      I leave them, laughing, and I go back on stage with my bandmates. Before the show resumes, I let Alan know about George's request.

      "Perfect, Julie. Are we going to sing like a duet?”

      “That’s fine.”

      They begin to play Fever, with a more acoustic feel. I stand in front of the microphone and Alan begins to sing the first verses:

      You give me

      You give me fever

      Never know how much I love you

      Never know how much I care

      Wow! That’s one sexy song! Automatically my thoughts wonder to Danny and his deep green eyes. Alan gives the cue for me to start. With my eyes closed, I imagine myself singing to Danny alone. My voice comes out somewhat huskier, and I’m in awe of my own sensuality.

      As I end my section, I tag it out to Alan, and he carries the song looking at me as if he was having indecent thoughts. I look down, embarrassed as I feel my face turn red.

      Romeo loved Juliet

      Juliet, she felt the same

      When he put his arms around her

      He said Julie, baby, you’re my flame

      He gave her fever

      Oh, damn it! I’m going to kill George. I totally forgot that this song mentioned my name! When Alan sings “Julie, baby, you’re my flame”, he winks at me, as if I was his inspiring muse, and the audience goes into a frenzy.

      I turn forward and follow the song, holding fingers it may end soon because, with Alan’s excitement as the seductive pop star which he seems to embody so well, he will end up pulling me into his arms and kiss me on stage, in front of this crowd. Then yes, Danny would forbid me to sing!

      Just let him try, my rebellious side reacts within me.

      We keep on with the song and sing the last lines together. As we finish, we receive a standing ovation. I hear shouts of “handsome” for Alan and “sexy” for me. That may have been George.

      Bastard!

      The show carries on with no further issues. I’m not used to having a handsome and tattooed man looking at me as if I was a large and appetizing dessert.

      At the end of the night, after we close the show, I say goodbye to the band while they disassemble the equipment and I go down to the hall, where I find Rafe.

      “Julie, you were perfect. I don’t think we ever had such a lively audience! I made a preliminary survey and we have already broken our billing record. Congratulations! I will close the bills before I go home and tomorrow you can take your fee, OK?

      “Oh, do I get that?” The question comes out of my mouth before I could prevent it. “Come on Julie, of course you had to earn something for singing tonight. They always pay the musicians.”

      Rafe’s reply just reinforces my naivety

      “Of course. Did you think you were going to sing for free?”

      I let out a laugh and hug him, thanking him once again for the opportunity.

      I go to the bar to find my two best friends, who seem to be very “cheerful”.

      “Have a prosecco whit us, Julie Fever”, George let’s out with a silly smile.

      “No prosecco whatsoever! I’m finished. I need to go home, have a bath and put my feet up. By the way, you owe me one for picking that song! I thought Alan was going to jump on top of me!”

      George and Jo laugh out loud, and he hugs the two of us.

      “We all thought so, little girl. Time to go.”

      We follow our way home, laughing and talking about the best moments of the evening.

      I get home, take a bath and dress a Garfield t-shirt. Then I get into bed and realize that tonight I’ll have a peaceful and happy sleep, as the house next door is in absolute silence.

      Chapter five

      Daniel

      I cannot believe it. After spending long hours visiting

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