The place is lively, colors scattered, music booming in theirs ears and others dance in the beats of the music, while others stay in their seats clapping their hands in the beat.
Heart thumping fast, Meili 's inside a bar where up in the stage a band is playing their powerful masterpiece.
She's wearing a dark blue simple dress that ends 2 inches above her knees. Her hair flowing freely that reaches her chest. In her shoulder, an acoustic guitar was strapped, she hold it in her front, her hands clutching it tightly. She's next to perform on the stage.
She felt an heavy pat on his shoulder.
"Woah, relax girl. The crowd won't eat you."
She glared at the suspect. "They'll not but your going to bruise my back if you keep doing that."
The barista shrugged his shoulders. "Girl, I didn't pat that hard." He mixed different kinds of liquids that Mu Meili don't know. "Beside you need that. Do you want a drink?"
"Your treat?"
"Well..."
Seeing his hesitation, Meili turn her back at him, facing the stage. "It's a no then."
"Fine, my treat." He sighed. "You are so stingy."
He handed the drink to Meili.
"Yep, I am." Meili said after she take a sip from the glass. It taste bitter but there's also some sweetness afterwards. The alcohol burned on her throat.
The song finally reached its end, the band said their thanks and farewell to the audience.
Mu Meili stood up from her seat and walk towards the stage holding her guitar.
"You're welcome Meili!" He echoed behind her.
Meili chuckled.
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"Thanks John." She waved at him with her back facing him.
The drummer and another guitarist is already in their place and she walked in the front.
"Please in enjoy your night as we play a song for you guys!"
The crowd applaud, some whistled.
The song started, its upbeat, lively and strong. The crowd sing along with the music.Others chats with their friends.
Before He Cheats
by Carrie Underwood
Right now, he's probably slow dancing
With a bleached-blond tramp
And she's probably getting frisky
Right now, he's probably buying
Her some fruity little drink
'Cause she can't shoot whiskey
Right now, he's probably up behind her
With a pool-stick
Showing her how to shoot a combo
And he don't know
I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats...
The crowd applauded again and started chanting.
"More, more, more!"
A pianist walk up in the stage and started a song.
Knowing the song, Meili followed and sang the lines.
California King Bed
by Rihanna
Chest to chest
Nose to nose
Palm to palm
We were always just that close
This time the music was soft and slow. The crowd sway with the music.
Wrist to wrist
Toe to toe
Lips that felt just like the inside of a rose
So how come when I reach out my finger
It feels like more than distance between us
The guitarist joined them making the song powerful in the chorus.
At the halfway of the song Meili felt a vibration coming from her phone in her pockets.
In this California king bed
We're ten thousand miles apart
I'll be California wishing on these stars
For you're heart on me
My California king
My California king
"Everyone, thank you for listening enjoy the rest of your night." Meili bid her farewell to the audience and the band that play for her.
After she put her guitar in its bag, she walked towards the exit with hurried steps.
She grabbed her phone from her pocket and see seven missed calls and three messages.
The two messages was sent in 4 PM. And the last one was sent 15 minutes ago. Meili haven't checked her phone for hours and it's already 8:30 PM.
The guy must've been waiting for her for so long.
Monkey: Come here in the XXX police station.
Monkey: Bring money.
Monkey: Hurry up!
Sh*t sh*t, what's wrong with this guy? Did he get in trouble again?
