“Magically?”
“It’s improv. Loosen up.” She thought for a moment, and her gaze landed on Dawson, who looked up, found her gaze.
It was just a song. A Bliss pop song. But she brought the spoon to her lips.
And sang.
Not quite Bliss—her vocal range wouldn’t allow for that. This was huskier, a sort of blues feel about the song. But she played with the tones, nuanced them.
Felt the music thrum inside her.
In the heart of a blizzard, where the world seemed to pause,
I found you, an unexpected wonder, without a cause.
You, wrapped in the mystery of Alaska’s endless woods,
Me, a wanderer in your snowy neighborhood.
A couple more kids came to the window, and Nance emerged from the pantry, folded her arms, and leaned against the doorframe.
Keely used the spoon like a mic, adding drama to the song.
We talked beneath the pines, as the snowflakes danzzzced around,
In the silence of the falling snow, we found a love profound.
Could this be our forever, could we make this last?
Or is this just a beautiful moment that will soon be past?
A chorus pumped up inside her. She closed her eyes, felt the song vibrate through her.
What if we stayed here in the wild, where winter blows so fierce?
Or what if we walked together, beyond the frozen frontiers?
Under the aurora’s glow, can we dare to dream so far?
Finding our forever, beneath the Alaskan stars.
When she opened her eyes, Dawson was standing at the counter. His eyes pinned on her, a sort of undone expression on his face. She gave him a smile, something sad, her voice falling, sweet, soft...
Imagine us together, in a cabin by the lake,
Or walking down a city street when we awake.
Could the magic of this night transcend the woods so deep?
Could the warmth we found in the cold be ours to keep?
Silence. Her heart thumped.
Then the room exploded, the crowd clapping, then shouting. Even Dawson, who’d raised an eyebrow, clapped.
She smiled, bowed.
When she stood up, he stepped back, away from the crowd. Then he turned, walked to the door, grabbed his jacket, and called for Caspian.
