[ If they were anywhere else doing anything else, he can bet that pointy sword of his that she'd be quibbling over exactly whose fault this whole thing is. (His, it's obviously always his fault.)
But the music's still rolling and the crowd (of three) is still clamoring, and she feels weirdly soft and warm inside as he turns back to face the crowd and starts mumbling back into his microphone. Like one of Mercie's cakes, fresh-baked from the oven. It's sweet that he's doing all of this just for her, and she's always loved sweet things. So Felix wins - ""wins"" because is this really a victory - this round as she bumbles back to his side under the spotlights, thin voice gaining strength the longer they sing together because that's the power of music, baby.
Or just the power of this amped up juicebox blasting tunes around them.
She's mellowed back out by the time the song ends not too much later, their voices stumbling discordantly together before fading off. There's a 'finally' that drifts up from the crowd but Annette barely notices, chest filled with a whirlwind of emotions left over from their rollercoaster of a duet.
It's suddenly uncomfortably warm in here, and she finds that she can't quite bring herself to look directly at Felix, not after all of that. Therefore the floor becomes her new best friend as she stares at her feet, cheeks warm. ]
Hey, Felix.....thanks.
[ She's still talking to him though, even as she talks to the ground. ]
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But the music's still rolling and the crowd (of three) is still clamoring, and she feels weirdly soft and warm inside as he turns back to face the crowd and starts mumbling back into his microphone. Like one of Mercie's cakes, fresh-baked from the oven. It's sweet that he's doing all of this just for her, and she's always loved sweet things. So Felix wins - ""wins"" because is this really a victory - this round as she bumbles back to his side under the spotlights, thin voice gaining strength the longer they sing together because that's the power of music, baby.
Or just the power of this amped up juicebox blasting tunes around them.
She's mellowed back out by the time the song ends not too much later, their voices stumbling discordantly together before fading off. There's a 'finally' that drifts up from the crowd but Annette barely notices, chest filled with a whirlwind of emotions left over from their rollercoaster of a duet.
It's suddenly uncomfortably warm in here, and she finds that she can't quite bring herself to look directly at Felix, not after all of that. Therefore the floor becomes her new best friend as she stares at her feet, cheeks warm. ]
Hey, Felix.....thanks.
[ She's still talking to him though, even as she talks to the ground. ]