Author note: I am very sorry that I didn't type this one earlier. My sister is a computer hog, and my computer got rebooted, which means every story I have ever written was deleted…even the book I was writing. I'm so crushed…but that won't keep me from updating, so here it is!
For the rest of the day we went through rehearsal. I was getting quite used to going down the isle with Spot, but it wasn't so easy going our separate ways to stand in line with the others.
We were in a church. It was very beautiful, and I heard that the reception would be at the Irving hall.
After about the third rehearsal, Medda began to get bored.
"Oh this looks too boring," she said, pacing the pews. I sent Scout a look, who had a grin on her face.
"Well how 'bout a song, Medda, at da reception, but let someone but youse sing." I snickered.
"What a wonderful idea Scout!" Medda exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "Who would like to sing?"
"I vote Scout," Jack said, raising his hand. "'Cause she can sing!"
"What! Oh hell no, I ain't singin along!" I laughed, but it soon died down when I noticed Scout grinning at me.
"Oh no, I am not singing!" I said.
"Oh come on, please Sage?" Scout begged.
"But I can't sing to save my life!" I said. I saw Spot grinning as he stood beside Jack.
"Come on Sage, let's hear you sing," Medda said.
"I don't know any songs," I said, trying to get the focus off of me.
"You should know one of the songs I sing at my shows. Come on, you and Scout sing one." I sent a glare to Scout as she picked on of the songs.
"Do youse know dat one?" she asked me.
"Uh…No…I'm telling you, I can't sing!" I wasn't exactly the best at doing something in front of a crowd of people. There were only a couple of people I was willing to sing in front of, and they are Scout and Spot. But I never have sung in front of them, so I wouldn't be too sure. Medda looked at the time and sighed,
"Well, times up. The two of you work on that. Come on Chris, we need to go so I can make it to my next show." Medda said farewell and left.
I walked with Scout, Jack and Spot through Manhattan, not sure where we were going.
"Come on, Sage. I'm willin ta sing, so youse gotta be willin ta sing," Scout said.
"But I'm not good in front of crowds," I said, sighing. Somehow, the four of us ended up at the docks in Brooklyn. I didn't even notice when we went over the bridge.
"Well sing for us," Scout pleaded me. I shook my head,
"But I can't sing!"
"Youse don't know dat! Now sing with me!" Before I had time to protest, Scout began to sing one of Medda's songs, and she had a beautiful voice!
Scout nudged my shoulder while still singing, and I silently began to sing with her. Scout grinned as I kept my low singing voice, trying not to mess up on the words. Spot tilted his head to the side, smiling. I stopped singing.
"I'm bad, aren't I?"
"No! Actually, yer voice sounds lovely," Scout said, hugging me.
"Yeah, it was quite pleasant. Youse two sound like angels!" Jack commented. I blushed lightly and looked at Spot.
"It was peaceful," he said. "Youse got many talents, Matthews." I grinned.
"We need ta write our own song!" Scout said. "We can't use one of Medda songs, 'cause it will make us look stupid!" So for the rest of the evening, Scout and I spent it on writing a new song, and practicing it in front of Spot and Jack.
I felt more comfortable singing in front of Spot then Jack. I don't know how I would sing in front of hundreds of people without embarrassing myself.
Scout and I soon came up with a very pretty love song, and practiced it non-stop. I became more accustomed to singing louder, but not too loud. Spot and Jack were the only ones I was willing to perform in front of at the time.
Days went by quickly, and we went through more rehearsals, and wouldn't let Medda hear the song until the reception.
The day of the wedding came upon us quickly, and I spent more of my time with Spot. I hadn't slept in my bed for days, but I was glad to have Spot always beside me.
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The day of the wedding came quickly, and everyone was in a rush to get ready. We had to keep Medda and Chris out of sight of each other, because it was wedding tradition.
All of us bridesmaids changed into our dresses, and they were actually pretty. Scout did look good in pink, but she seemed to hate it.
"I'm going to die!" she cried, scratching at the pink cloth. I laughed and observed Poet. She also looked very pretty, and Claire and Marisa looked...okay. Just okay.
We all helped Medda into her wedding dress, and watched as Gabriella made a few changes here and there. It was gorgeous! It made me feel excited about my wedding day.
I listened as people entered the church, but couldn't see anything since we were in a back room getting ready. We were then ushered out into the small foyer, where we saw the door to the wedding room closed, and we got lined up, ready to walk down the aisle.
I stared wide eyed at Spot. He was wearing a tux! And most of all, he looked so handsome. Spot grinned,
"Youse look beautiful," he whispered as he took my arm in his. I held the small bouquet of flowers that the bridesmaids had to hold. Scout and I were near the back of the line since she was maid-of-honor, and I was beside her. I glanced back at Scout and Jack and grinned. Jack also looked handsome, but his looks didn't interest me.
I turned my attention back to the sound of the piano being played on the other side of the door.
"You look handsome," I finally whispered to Spot. Spot smiled and kissed my cheek. The doors soon opened and the preacher and groom walked in first. I knew weddings went differently, and I had never in my life seen a wedding go like this.
I was used to seeing the groomsmen walk in a line down the aisle first and then the bridesmaids and so on. I shrugged my shoulders as Spot and I moved forward down the aisle. We split up and went our separate ways. Me on the bride's side, and him on the groom's. Scout soon stood beside me, pulling at her dress.
I grinned at Splinter and Dice and they gave a silent wave. The preacher then made the gesture to stand for the bride, and I watched as the flower girl walked down the aisle, throwing her flowers everywhere. And then Medda walked out, and I could already see tears in her eyes.
I saw Scout wipe at her eyes as Medda handed Scout her flowers to hold, and took Chris' hand.
I soon quiet through the wedding, praying for them to stall so I wouldn't have to sing. I kept sending Spot glances, and we even locked our eyes together for half of the wedding.
I felt myself become even more nervous when I heard: "You may kiss the bride," and watched as Medda and Chris walked merrily down the aisle. Scout took Jack's arm and followed them, and then it was me and Spot.
Everyone soon walked over to the Irving hall where the reception would be held. Scout was still pulling at her dress.
"It isn't going to kill you, Scout," I said nervously. I then listened as Medda announced that Scout and I would sing a song, and shrunk as Scout pulled me to the stage.
All eyes were on us, and I felt my heart pound against my chest.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…I thought as I stared out at the crowd. I then remembered what Spot had told me earlier:
"Listen, keep yer eyes on me and everythin will be alright. Jus' stare at me, got it?"
"But what if I get distracted and look somewhere else?" I had asked.
"Try not to. Block everythin and everyone else out but me. Pretend dat I'm da only one youse can see."
I gulped as the pianist and stared out into the crowd, and locked my eyes with Spot's. He smiled and nodded. Scout began first:
"The rain pounding on the roof of our heads,
Everything but you just seems to be dead."
I hesitated:
"I cry when you aren't there,
But when I see you at my side I couldn't really care."
Scout and I both then began to sing together:
"Once upon a time, there was a lonely showgirl,
She never really had a care in the world.
But everything changed when he came along,
And now they can forever sing together a song."
Scout:
"I can see the life within your eyes,
And I can see the love when you shine."
I grinned as I began my part,
"I can feel the care in your touch,
And I can see the warmth and more and such."
"Once upon a time, there was a lonely showgirl,
She never really had a care in the world.
But everything changed when he came along,
And now they can forever sing together a song."
Scout and I sang the chorus once more before the song ended, and I laughed as everyone applauded. I always found the song to be quite hilarious; but then again it was also romantic.
Medda ran up on stage and gripped Scout and I into a strong hug.
"Thank you, girls!" she said. I still had my eyes locked with Spot's, in fear of losing him if I looked away. I then left the stage, and walked to his side.
"Good job," he said, grinning.
"God that was scary!" I admitted. Spot laughed and smiled as someone on stage who wasn't Medda, began to sing a slow song.
"Miss Matthews, may I have dis dance?" Spot asked, bowing. I giggled slightly and took Spot's hand, allowing him to escort me to the dance floor.
I dance closely to Spot, my arms secured tightly, but not deathly tight, around his neck, and his at my waist. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, daring myself to fall asleep during the most romantic night of my life.
I felt Spot chuckle.
"I believe last we danced I made youse mad." I leaned my head up to look up into Spot's eyes.
"Well that was only because you teased me," I joked. Spot grinned and inched closer to my face.
"Fine," he whispered. "No more teasing." He filled in the empty space that was between our lips, and pulled me closer to him. I could feel eyes on me, but ignored the jealous wenches, and kissed Spot back.
About an hour into the reception, Spot and Jack were nearly dead. The two of them had their big black jackets thrown on the chairs, and had their white sleeves pulled up to their elbows and tucked out of their pants.
"It's hot in here!" Jack whined as Scout and I returned to the table after dancing with a few of our friends. I laughed,
"Well no wonder. You're wearing layers and layers of clothing," I joked. Spot rested his head in his hand, and sighed.
"I hafta agree with Jacky-boy. It's burnin up in here." I took a seat beside my maybe-future-husband and handed him my drink. He took it without hesitation and downed it. I grinned as I offered to get him more, but he refused, saying that it was the man's job to get his lady a drink.
I shrugged,
"My man just drank my drink," I said.
"Want another one?" Spot asked lazily. I shook my head and scooted my chair closer to Spot, making it visual that he was off limits to the oblivious girls near us.
"I hate singing in front of people," I said.
"But ya did good," Spot said, taking my hand and playing with my fingers. I laughed and leaned on the table, yawning.
"I'm tired," I soon admitted. Spot stood from the table.
"Den let's go home," he said. "See ya Cowboy." I said goodbye to Scout and followed Spot out the door, glaring at the few girls who had the nerves to wink or giggle at Spot as he passed them. I took Spot's hand in mine and sent a more intense glare at the bitches.
Spot chuckled and held the door open for me. I thanked him as I walked out into the warm air. Spot draped his arm over my shoulders as we walked back to Brooklyn.
I kept from falling asleep on the ground as we made our way back to the temporary Lodging House.
I sleepily washed up and changed. I soon crawled into Spot's bed, waiting for him to return from the washroom. He soon walked in and filled in the empty space beside me.
"Good night," Spot whispered in my ear.
"Night," I said back before falling into a deep slumber.
Next Chapter: Someone Sage loves dearly (not Spot) dies.
Harlem sends a warning to Spot, making Spot furious. He has no choice but to keep a close eye on Sage.
Author note: Man I'm sleepy…nighty night. LONG LIVE SPOT AND SAGE!