They were performing Maroon 5's song, “She Will Be Loved.”
"I love this song." She smiled, mesmerized by the performance, her eyes twinkling. She'd completely forgotten about our awkward moment back there.
She hummed to the song, and I swore that I could hear it for the rest of my life. She sounded really good—enough to make me think that she was an amazing singer even though I hadn't even heard her sing.
"Do you like singing?" I asked.
"More like love it." Another smile touched her lips as her eyes still didn't leave the band.
I decided to dig in. I remembered her telling me that she wouldn't go to college. Perhaps, it was about this. "Do you want to be a singer?"
She paused, still focusing on the performance, oblivious of everything else. "Well, my stepmom told me to," she blurted out.
"Do you want to?" I studied her.
"I guess so," she mumbled.
I chuckled lightly, shifting my attention to the band. I didn't think she even realized that she was telling me all of this. She was too hypnotized by the music.
When the song ended, the crowd gave the band a round of applause and so did Cassie.
"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen," the vocalist said to the audience. "This is such a warm evening for us. Before we move on to the next one, we're gonna give you a chance to request a song.Anything you have in mind?"
Some people shouted random songs, but the vocalist just laughed, since they didn't fit the genre—he also declined a request that had been played earlier.
A brilliant idea popped up in my head. Without waiting, I shot my hand into the air. "Can I have a request?" I asked.
Cassie snapped her head toward me, raising her eyebrows, and I had to bite my smile.
I had the whole band's attention. "My beautiful friend here loves to sing. She would like to join the band for one song. I hope that's okay, since this is our last day in Hallstatt."
Cassie's mouth dropped open as she stared at me in shock. All heads were now snapped toward her.
"What the hell are you doing?" she frantically whispered at me.
I turned to her and smirked. "You said that you want to be a singer. Now, sing to your audience."
Her jaw dropped even lower.
"Of course," the band responded with a cheerful tone. "It would be our honor."
And the crowd cheered, waiting for Cassie to walk up to the band.
"Come on," I whispered in her ear. "Don't disappoint your future fans."
Cassie looked around at the audience, who seemed eager to watch her perform. She turned to me again, disbelief still skating all over her face.
"But—" She looked nervous, and I held her arms, looking into her eyes.
"You can do it." I smiled.
She swallowed hard and bit her lip. "I'm going to kill you," she whispered, making me let out a chuckle.
Shaking her head in disbelief, she finally walked up to the band, the crowd cheering for her again, and that step itself made me proud of her.
She told the band about the song she was going to perform, and they nodded in understanding. Sitting on the stool, she grabbed the mic.
"Good evening, everyone," she greeted the audience, her pretty smile forming on her lips. "I might not be as good as the band, but I hope that you'll enjoy the song." She laughed nervously. "This one is my favorite."
