Half an hour in, and Clive had still not acknowledged Flora. She knew this shouldn't bother her, as she sat there talking with Mark, but for some reason it really did. It bothered her that he hadn't smiled her way. It bothered her that he seemed to be spending a lot of time between songs chatting or laughing with another group of young girls, even sitting with them when he took another break.
It bothered her that she couldn't say hi. It bothered her that he hadn't tried.
But what bothered her most, was the slight pang of jealousy coursing through her veins.
"So that must be Mark," Clive realised, watching the couple out of the corner of his eye. They didn't look very happy, he noted, and Flora seemed almost wary of the rather muscled man. Mark's hands would twitch when she spoke, as if every single word was annoying him.
Clive was soon swiftly pulled, or rather pawed, from his thoughts by one of the girls he was sat amongst, who were gradually beginning to get a little bit too close for comfort.
"You have lovely eyes," one would simper, a perfectly manicured hand brushing his cheek.
"I love your hair," purred another, running her fingers through his soft brown locks. Somehow one of them even ended up sitting on his lap, which, although he had to admit wasn't all bad, was a bit weird.
"You've got a very sexy voice," she whispered into his ear, starting to toy with the collar of his shirt.
The boy decided he should probably draw the line at that, and, very gently, eased her off his body.
"Well, if my voice is that sexy, maybe I should get up and sing again," he winked, blowing them all a kiss. Clive was nothing if not a charmer, hey it had kept him warm in the winter hadn't it?
The girls reduced to quiet giggles and the occasional flirty pout, but as much fun as the lad was having, he knew there was only one girl in the room that he really wanted.
"Well, since we all seem to be in a good mood tonight," he beamed, the whole room giving a cheer this time. It hadn't taken long to win them over entirely, and even the regular barflies seemed to enjoy his music. "I thought I might try something a little more upbeat, a little more up tempo if you will, and, um, I'd like to dedicate this to, a certain girl, and I just hope she knows who she is," he continued, the joyous grin reducing to a slightly shyer smile.
There wasn't a single girl in the room who didn't play with the thought that he was talking about her, or hoped he was at least, and Flora was no exception.
"I've met someone that makes me feel seasick.
Oh what a skill to have, oh what a skill to have.
So many skills that make her distinctive.
But they're not mine to have, no they're not mine," he finally cast a quick look at his friend, too quickly for anyone to notice but her, smiled, and continued with his song.
"Whenever she looks I read the nearest paper, though I don't care about the soaps.
No I don't care about the soaps. Though I'm acting like I'm in an Eastenders episode."
He even got a few laughs with that line, although he didn't really understand why.
"If this is a romcom, kill the director! If this is a romcom kill the director, please."
He kept looking across at Flora as he sung, gaining confidence as he saw that not only had Mark left, but that she was smiling across at him.
The smile faded as Mark returned and wrapped his arm possessively around her, and the confidence dipped slightly, but the singing went on.
"So with the angst of a teenage band, here's another song about a gender I'll never understand.
Here's another song about a gender I'll never understand."
Completely random, but just out of pure curiousity, do you guys know any of the songs I include in this? I was wondering whether I should start naming them in the author's notes or something, but I wasn't really sure if people would like them or already knew them and stuff :L
Also, I don't know if other people actually imagine the voices of people when they read or if it's just me, but if you do, what kind of a singing voice would you give Clive?
Justa wonderin' ~nellen :) xx