“I didn’t ask if you could sing, I asked what duets you know.”
“Word for word? Anything Disney.” He smiles at that and it’s true. I know a lot of music, usually only the chorus, and I mumble my way through the other lyrics, a solid eighty percent of the words wrong. Can’t blame a girl from a shit walk of life for loving a little Disney fantasy every now and then.
He puts his guitar down and holds out his hand. “Do you trust me?” He knows there is no way in hell I would trust him, but he smiles and his whole face transforms. I play along, taking his hand. He starts singing ‘A Whole New World’ and all our issues fade away again.
When it’s my turn to sing Jasmine's part, he looks at me, waiting. I sing, because no one else can hear me, and really, what’s the worst he can do? Tease me? As the words fall easily from my lips, he looks at me in awe, then we sing together. He takes my hand once again and we dance around the room. By the time the song is over, we both fall to the floor and laugh.
“Thought you couldn’t sing?” he teases.
“If you call that singing.”
“It was really good; you should switch electives. We could use some more females. My assessment, I will have to sing a duet with a guy. Unless…”
“Nope, no way can I sing in front of anyone.”
“We could do a trade. You’re here for a reason. I’m not stupid, I know you wouldn’t single me out without my brother if you didn’t have a reason.”
I think about it. Slate could be a good ally to get information from, but could I trust him to actually give me good information?
“Would you tell me anything I want to know?” I question.
“Anything. Besides why we are here,” he tags on the end quickly.
“I don’t care why you’re here. I want to know whyI’mhere and I think you and your brothers can give me that information, or at least get access to that information.”
“How about, if you come here three times a week and practice a song with me for our showcase, I will tell you one thing every time? How useful that information is…”
“Fine. It will be more to go on than I have now.”
“What, screwing two of my brothers didn’t give you any answers?”
“No, I was too distracted by all of those orgasms to ask questions.”
“Multiple orgasms, huh?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.” I smirk.
Changing the subject, he gets up from the floor and walks over to a piano in the corner of the room. He grabs some papers and brings them back over to where I’m sitting.
“This is the song I was thinking about doing.” He hands them to me and he looks at me, expecting me to know it.
“I’ve never seen ‘The Greatest Showman’ film. I haven’t even heard of it.”
“You wouldn’t have. It’s not out until December. I’ve seen an advanced screening of it, and let me tell you, that film is going to be every girl's wet dream.”
“Not mine, give me ‘The Fast and the Furious’ any day, now Vin Diesel is my wet dream.”
We both laugh. “Next lesson we will watch the damn movie. I still have my early copy. Zac Effron and Zendeya have great chemistry and I know we don’t like each other…”
“Don’t like. That’s a slight understatement of our feelings, isn’t it?”
“It’s beside the point. To get a good mark, I need them to believe it, so your acting skills will need to be on point.”
“You’re no Zac Efron, but you’re not bad to look at, so I’m sure I will survive.”
We spend some time joking around before I realise I have a lesson with Sawyer. Not that I’m expecting him to be there, but he always leaves work and someone always calls in to check up on me.
“I have to go, I have a lesson with Sawyer, he moved it forward today.”
