The bar buzzed with laughter and chatter, the warm light casting a cozy glow over the crowd. You leaned against the bar, sipping your drink, nerves dancing like the flickering candles on the tables. It was open mic night, and your friend Charlie was in full support mode.

“Come on, girl! You’ve got this!” Charlie urged, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just get up there and sing!”

“I can’t! What if I mess up?” you protested, glancing at the small stage where a few brave souls had already performed.

“Stop it! You have an amazing voice, and you know it. Just let loose!” Charlie insisted, giving you with a gentle push.

Before you could protest further, Charlie grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the stage. The crowd cheered for the next performer, and your heart raced as you stepped into the spotlight, the microphone feeling foreign yet familiar in her grip.

When you stood up onto the stage the crowd welcomed you with applause. You scanned the room, your eyes landing on a guy with tousled brown hair sitting at the edge of the stage, guitar in hand. He caught her gaze and smiled encouragingly.

“Need a partner?” he asked, his voice smooth and rough.