Weeks had passed since that night. John felt guilty about his reaction but couldn't face Sherlock – not yet.
John had joined a singing club – not a band or a choir; no one really knew what to call it. They were practising for the Christmas show that the university thought it may be fun to hold. He and two others were going to perform 'Candyman' in a week's time; of course, he was the lead singer. He loved that song and didn't care what others thought about him anymore.
He was dressed in a Second World War style military outfit which he didn't look that bad in. "Ok, guys! Let's start! Jeff, you ready?"
"Don't worry, John. We'll get this down!" Jeff called.
"Sure we will," John mumbled.
The music started. Jeff began the chant. "Tarzan and Jane were swinging on a vine. Sipping from a bottle of vodka double wine."
Ella, the other performer, whispered, "Sweet sugar candy man."
"I met him out for dinner on a Friday night. He really had me working up an appetite. He had tattoos up and down his arm." John sang.
Ella and John then sang together, "There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm."
John sang another line on his own, "He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop."
All three sang in unison, "He's a sweet-talking, sugar coated candy man. A sweet-talking, sugar coated candyman."
Sherlock stirred from the floor of the auditorium. He had come in to think in silence which was now compromised. He peered over the row of chairs in front of him to see John in that vintage uniform. 'God, he looks great in uniform!' Sherlock thought. He was careful to keep his head low so he could watch him without being seen.
Sherlock let his mind wonder. He thought of how he could get John to come back to him when he remembered something from a musical his mother had taken him to once; 'Sandy, you must start anew. Don't you know, what you must do. Hold your head high, take a deep breath and sigh. Goodbye to Sandra Dee'. Upon thinking back to that, Sherlock knew exactly what to do.