CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I’m on my third cup of punch when Brent brings out the karaoke machine.
I squeeze Elan’s arm. “Dude, let me tell you. I have a horrible voice, but I can sing karaoke like no one else. I freaking love it!”
“This I’ve gotta see,” he replies.
“Uh oh,” Audrey mumbles and Isla snickers.
“I take it you’ve heard her sing?” Elan asks.
They both nod and laugh really loud.
Audrey’s clutching her stomach. “It’s hi-hilarious.”
Isla agrees. “That day. Omigod. I can’t.” She bursts into fits.
I glare. “Whatever. I am a karaokepro.”
“Is that so, Foxy?” Carlos asks.
“C-Dawg. My man.” I might be a tad tipsy. “I don’t even care if I can pull that off or not. I’m calling you C-Dawg. And Audrey will be Dree. Isla will be La. Elan will be Hottie E.”
“What about me?” Brent asks.
It comes to me without a thought. “Dree’s B.”
Audrey laughs, Brent pouts a little.
“What are we going to call you?” Isla asks.
Elan smirks. “I’m calling her Foxy J.”
“Oh, I like that,” Audrey… Dree says.
“Foxy J,” I mutter. “I’m Foxy J. I like it.”
I keep muttering Foxy J and they all look at me like I’ve lost my mind. I just might have. I’m blaming the punch.
“No one’s singing. That’s just not right,” I say, looking at Dree and La.
“Oh, no way,” Dree replies.
“Yes way. You make me come to parties. You get to sing with me.” I thrust my cup toward Elan, who takes it. I grab one of Dree’s hands and one of La’s and I lead them to the song choices.
“What are you going to make us sing?” La asks, looking embarrassed. She can’t sing worth a crap, either. Dree’s the only one of us who can carry a tune.
“I don’t know. Pick something random.”
“Ke$ha?” Dree asks.
“Hmm. I think I can pull off Ke$ha.”
As Dree fiddles with the machine, I hear her mutter, “She so can’t pull off Ke$ha.”
Whatever.
The music starts, and we sing Tik Tok.
