Style slipped into the back seat of the Mack Five. Speed and Sparky
were taking her to her gig. She set her guitar case on the floor next to
her feet. "I have a surprise for both of you after my show," she told them.
"What is it?" Speed asked her. "You got a record deal and you're moving to New York?"
"Or you're a government agent sent to investigate the recent disappearances of local children?" Sparky guessed playfully.
"No! This surprise is more of a who not a what," Style told them.
"You finally got yourself a man Racer Girl?" Speed asked her teasingly.
"Like I said you'll find out after the show," Style said mysteriously. "Oh look we're here."
Speed and Sparky climbed out of the car and Style soon followed then grabbed her guitar case and ran towards the back door of the restaurant. She walked onto the stage and took her seat just as Speed and Sparky found theirs.
"Hey everybody," she said. "For those of you who don't know my name is Style Racer. I'd like to dedicate my first song to my brother Speed."
"You've got your wings
And you've learned to fly
As you go and do
I get left behind
As much as I want to
I can't be with you every day
So may the angels be with you
As you go along life's way
May the angels be with you
Every single day
I know that we might often be
A thousand miles apart
So may the angels be with you
Where ever you are
You're in my heart
And I'm in yours too
We've done some amazing things
We've been together through and through
But now it's time
To let go
I will always love you
I just wanted you to know
So may the angels be with you
As you go along life's way
May the angels be with you
Every single day
I know that we might often be
A thousand miles apart
So may the angels be with you
Where ever you are
May the angels
Always
Be with you"
Speed and Style's eyes locked. Style grinned and winked at him. She sang a couple more songs and walked down off of the stage with her guitar in hand. Suddenly she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. She stepped on the owner's foot and then elbowed them in the stomach.
"Nikki relax it's just me," a male voice said as Style turned around.
"Davie?" Style asked cocking her head to one side. "Oh my gosh! Look at you."
"You ain't lookin to bad yourself Nick," Davie told her.
"Pig."
"Brat."
"Snob."
"Geek."
"Jerk."
"Okay, okay you win," Davie said finally.
"I always do," Style told him.
"So Racer Girl who's your friend?" Speed asked as he and Sparky walked up to them.
"Hey Speedy." Style said. "This is my friend Davie. I met him a coffee shop where I was singing a couple months ago."
"Nick I didn't know that you knew Speed Racer," Davie commented
"Ty you didn't tell him about me?" Speed asked slightly hurt.
"Nikki why did he just call you Ty?" Davie asked.
"Style's my given name," Style told Davie. "I started going by my middle name when I started school. And I did tell you about Speed on our first date."
"So is he your boyfriend?" Sparky asked.
"No we both decided that it wasn't going to work and broke up after a little over a month," Style said.
"Nikki you decided that things weren't going to work out between us," Davie told her. "If I had my way we would either be married or engaged."
Style rolled her eyes. "So any way, back when Davie and I were singing at the same coffee house we had a bit of a partnership. We wrote a couple songs together and sang them up on the stage as duets. I was thinking that maybe we could write another song together and sing it for your wedding Speed."
"That's a groovy idea Ty," Speed told her. "I think Trix would love it."
"Anything for an old flame," Davie said.
"Thanks Davie," Style told him. "I so owe you one."
"Marry me?" Davie asked playfully.
"I don't owe you that much," Style said laughing. "Three tomorrow a good time to meet?"
"I'll be there. Where do you want to meet?"
Style gave him the Racer family address and then left with Speed and Sparky. Sparky was very quiet on the ride home. Style wondered why but didn't question him. If Speed noticed he didn't say anything either.
"What is it?" Speed asked her. "You got a record deal and you're moving to New York?"
"Or you're a government agent sent to investigate the recent disappearances of local children?" Sparky guessed playfully.
"No! This surprise is more of a who not a what," Style told them.
"You finally got yourself a man Racer Girl?" Speed asked her teasingly.
"Like I said you'll find out after the show," Style said mysteriously. "Oh look we're here."
Speed and Sparky climbed out of the car and Style soon followed then grabbed her guitar case and ran towards the back door of the restaurant. She walked onto the stage and took her seat just as Speed and Sparky found theirs.
"Hey everybody," she said. "For those of you who don't know my name is Style Racer. I'd like to dedicate my first song to my brother Speed."
"You've got your wings
And you've learned to fly
As you go and do
I get left behind
As much as I want to
I can't be with you every day
So may the angels be with you
As you go along life's way
May the angels be with you
Every single day
I know that we might often be
A thousand miles apart
So may the angels be with you
Where ever you are
You're in my heart
And I'm in yours too
We've done some amazing things
We've been together through and through
But now it's time
To let go
I will always love you
I just wanted you to know
So may the angels be with you
As you go along life's way
May the angels be with you
Every single day
I know that we might often be
A thousand miles apart
So may the angels be with you
Where ever you are
May the angels
Always
Be with you"
Speed and Style's eyes locked. Style grinned and winked at him. She sang a couple more songs and walked down off of the stage with her guitar in hand. Suddenly she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. She stepped on the owner's foot and then elbowed them in the stomach.
"Nikki relax it's just me," a male voice said as Style turned around.
"Davie?" Style asked cocking her head to one side. "Oh my gosh! Look at you."
"You ain't lookin to bad yourself Nick," Davie told her.
"Pig."
"Brat."
"Snob."
"Geek."
"Jerk."
"Okay, okay you win," Davie said finally.
"I always do," Style told him.
"So Racer Girl who's your friend?" Speed asked as he and Sparky walked up to them.
"Hey Speedy." Style said. "This is my friend Davie. I met him a coffee shop where I was singing a couple months ago."
"Nick I didn't know that you knew Speed Racer," Davie commented
"Ty you didn't tell him about me?" Speed asked slightly hurt.
"Nikki why did he just call you Ty?" Davie asked.
"Style's my given name," Style told Davie. "I started going by my middle name when I started school. And I did tell you about Speed on our first date."
"So is he your boyfriend?" Sparky asked.
"No we both decided that it wasn't going to work and broke up after a little over a month," Style said.
"Nikki you decided that things weren't going to work out between us," Davie told her. "If I had my way we would either be married or engaged."
Style rolled her eyes. "So any way, back when Davie and I were singing at the same coffee house we had a bit of a partnership. We wrote a couple songs together and sang them up on the stage as duets. I was thinking that maybe we could write another song together and sing it for your wedding Speed."
"That's a groovy idea Ty," Speed told her. "I think Trix would love it."
"Anything for an old flame," Davie said.
"Thanks Davie," Style told him. "I so owe you one."
"Marry me?" Davie asked playfully.
"I don't owe you that much," Style said laughing. "Three tomorrow a good time to meet?"
"I'll be there. Where do you want to meet?"
Style gave him the Racer family address and then left with Speed and Sparky. Sparky was very quiet on the ride home. Style wondered why but didn't question him. If Speed noticed he didn't say anything either.