Even though I've performed a million times before, singing for her made me nervous as fuck. I couldn't tear my eyes off her while she was sitting there in the chair in front of me. She was glowing today, her silky blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and minimal makeup on her face. She didn't need that shit.

I started to sing the lyrics to her, trying to tell her exactly how I feel. What is she waiting for? I loved her, I couldn't help but tell her in anything less than a grand gesture in front of a group of people. I wasn't ashamed that I had finally found the one person I wanted to keep close for as long as I lived. If that made me a pussy, then I was king puss and I didn't give a shit.

Her eyes started to go glassy as the song ended so I clipped my microphone back in and walked over to her. I was seriously hoping she wasn't upset with what I had sung to her.

"Are you okay?" I slipped my hand around her waist and whispered into her ear. She smelled like so sweet, it drove me wild. She always smelled intoxicatingly delicious.

She stood up on her tip toes and kissed my cheek so softly, I barely even felt it.

"Thank you, that was beautiful. I better go help Jim with the drinks." She breathed into my ear before walking off stage.

I'd royally fucked this up, she was shutting me out, I could almost literally see the walls being assembled before my very eyes. I felt my gut turn as I watched her tiny frame weave in and out of the brutish men in the crowd. I cleared my throat trying to rid my mind of useless thoughts until after the show. I had to finish the set for Jim, especially because this was his night and he had paying customers. If I wasn't worried about his profits I would jump off the stage and run after her. At least I could watch her at the bar until the night came to a close. Until then, it would be the longest 2 hours of my fucking life.

I made my way through the crowd and climbed over the bar to help Jim. There were over double the amount of people there usually was for a Friday night which was great for him.

Since I didn't know how to mix drinks Jim gave me the bottle opener to start popping the beer caps for paying customers. It was easy once I got into the routine of things, take money, pop a cap, take money, pop a cap. It gave my mind time to wander which I really didn't want to allow it to do.

I couldn't help but re-think over the past hour what happened on stage between Mason and I. It was the kindest and most loving gesture anyone has ever done for me. It made my feelings for Mason come to the surface and smack me in the face at full force. There was no doubt in my mind that I was falling for him.

But I didn't want to disappoint him like all the other people in his life, so I couldn't allow myself to feel the full measure of my feelings. I couldn't tell him how I really felt because in the end I wasn't sure if I could stick around. I didn't want to gain his trust and then break it. I couldn't do that to him. I loved him too much to hurt him like that.

He'll understand soon...