Crazy For You

Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.

I feel a shiver from head to toe. The audience begins to applaud. The music carries on and suddenly I realize that the bar is in complete silence. I open my eyes and realize that most of those present are staring at me. They're not booing or throwing cans on to the stage. It's got to be a good sign, right?

I break into a half-dull smile, and close my eyes again, dipping into the verses of the song. When I utter the last words, the audience bursts into applause, taking me by surprise and making Alan and the boys proud.

We continue, mixing up slow songs and more lively ones, and the audience doesn’t stop dancing. After we play She will be loved, Alan announces a twenty-minute break, which is super welcome, as I'm dying of thirst and heat.

Away from the public eye, the three of them just embrace me, happily.

"Julie, it was amazing! Our show never had such energy!” Brian, the drummer, says as he hugs me.

"Congratulations." I thought you wouldn't handle it, but you caught me by surprise” Levi, the bassist, throws me a wink.

"You were amazing on stage... and your voice drove all the guys crazy at the bar. Even me”, Alan whispers in my ear and blows a kiss to my neck.

I feel a chill. It strikes a chord why women keep screaming when he shows up. If I wasn't in love with Danny and wasn't 100% sure that Alan would shred my heart after devouring me, I'd melt at his feet and take my place in the line - pretty long, by the way - of Alan Hunt's conquests.

"Thank you," I speak to everyone, moving away from Alan's seductive touch. “It was great.” I fail to speak out the words to demonstrate how thrilled and happy I am. I smile at them and ask permission to speak to Rafe, who is coming to meet us.

"Julie, what a show! People are crazy about you. Danny's going to kill me, but I'm sure it was the best decision I've ever made.” He laughs and gives me a very tight bear hug. Rafe's cute, even in his somewhat serious way.

"Thank you! Coming from you, that's a top-compliment. Thank you so much for letting me do this. I need a drink of water and I wanted to talk to George and Jo before I get back on stage.”

“Of course. They're there by the bar. I'm going to go talk to the boys.”

I give a kiss to Rafe and go straight to the bar. On the way, people smile at me and I give it back happily.

I look around and I see George waving like crazy at 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