Shattered by S. L Smith Read Free Book Online

hope your ears didn’t bleed too bad.  Thank you listening.”  I put the microphone back in the stand and started to off the stage with my face flaming hot with embarrassment. With my back turned from the crowd I started off the stage.  The next thing I knew the crowd was going wild. Clapping and screaming for an encore.  My head was spinning.  I rushed off the stage and hung my head so that way I couldn’t look at anybody.
    “Well ladies and gentlemen I think Ms Davis should get her cute little ass up here and sing again.  What do you say Ms. Davis?” asked the DJ
    Holy shitballs.  What do I say? Um I think not because I just peed myself or how about no I am good once is enough. Yeah that sounds. I just stared at the DJ in shock.  My mouth wouldn’t process what my brain wanted to say back.  So I stood there like a dummy shaking my head pleading with him not to ask me again.  Next thing I knew six hands grabbed me and drug me back to the stag.  I swear these girls are going to die.  If looks could kill, they would all be dead.  But lastly life doesn’t work that way.
    So here I am again looking at the crowd, standing like a dummy once again. I started scanning the crow looking to see if I noticed anyone.  I was hoping that I wouldn’t, more make that praying that none of my regulars would be at the bar tonight.
    Thankfully I didn’t see anyone but I did however see him.  Not only was he here but he was sitting with my friends, making himself comfortable, leaning back in my seat with hungry eyes.  Not that I would know what hungry eyes looked like but I am pretty sure that’s what those where.  For a moment I let myself get lost in the stare but then I remembered he had a girlfriend.  So I straightened my back and thought of another song while taking my eyes off him.  I looked to my right and spotted my girls.  They were all grinning and holding hands beaming up at me.  I mouthed ‘I am going to kill you all’.  All three threw their heads back in laughter.
    K ylie shouted, “Sing Miranda Lamberts ‘Mama’s Broken Heart’”.  Nice choice I thought.  This song could have come around two years earlier to help me mend my broken heart.  But there is not time like the present.
    I looked at the DJ to see if he had it and he smirked.  I shrugged and grabbed the stand.  This time I was going to keep my eyes open and off of him.  When this song comes on in the salon it always gets my hips moving.  I just may put a little sway into my hips to get that sass flowing.
    The song started and once again I got swept away with the lyrics.  No one has ever said it better than Miranda. I should have hid my crazy two years ago but that’s ok. It wasn’t my mama’s broken heart at the time.
    While I was singing the dance floor started to fill up and people started line dancing.  My girls included.  This wasn’t a country bar but I swear every person knew how to line dance.  I don’t know how so I couldn’t tell you what they were stepping too but it was lots of fun to sit there and watch them line dance to my singing. 
    The song ended again and the crowd broke out in a thunderous applause. I was on cloud nine, flying high on the feeling of conquering one of my many fears. I stepped off the stage this time without being dragged back.
    I wanted to avoid my couch until I had a drink in my hand.  So I head to the bar looking to quench my thirst.   I perched myself on a stool and waited for the bartender to fix my drink.  I felt a big scruffy hand touch my arm.  I knew these hands didn’t belong to the Greek God.  I turned to my right and looked up into dark brown eyes.  He wasn’t a bad looking guy, just not the guy I was looking for.  Let’s face it, he wasn’t the Greek God, and this would start to be a problem if started to compare all guys to him.  Then I would get nowhere in my social or sex life.
    “Hey can I buy you a drink? My name is Brandon and I just wanted to say you