“You want to dance?” he asked in an upbeat tone. He didn’t wait for her to answer. Instead he took her hand in his and quietly led them out to the grassy part of the yard that was marked off as a dance floor. They joined in with the other dancers and slowly swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the music. Andi leaned her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat while they danced. It was more beautiful than any melody she had ever heard. The song came to an end and everyone clapped for the band. Ty took the stage and approached the microphone.
“Hey ya’ll, everyone having a good time?” he said into the microphone. His voiced boomed loudly through the speakers placed throughout the property and everyone clapped and cheered. “Good, good. Has anyone seen Zane McKade?” Ty asked looking out into the crowd.
A murmur swam through the crowd and a sea of heads began to turn in every direction looking for Zane.
“Oh crap,” Zane mumbled under his breath and froze.
“What’s wrong?” Andi whispered leaning into him and giving him a concerned look.
“Here! He’s here!” a man called out five people away from Zane and pointed in his direction.
Ty smiled and pointed to Zane. “Ah ha! Trying to hide are ya? Well not for long. Get your butt on up here and sing us a song.”
Andi turned to Zane and saw that his face had lost all of his golden tan and now looked ghostly white. “Are you okay? What’s he talking about singing?”
“Come on ladies and gents, give him a clap for encouragement,” Ty said clapping his hands and standing back from the microphone.
“Damn it all to hell,” Zane groaned and took in a deep breath.
“Are you going up there?” Andi asked.
“Can’t really back out now, can I?” he said with a nervous laugh.
“Guess not,” she agreed although she felt very confused.
Zane took in another deep breath and let go of Andi’s hand. “I’ll be right back,” he said with a smile.
She watched as he made his way through the crowd and up the steps to the stage. A man greeted him at the top of the stairs and handed him a string guitar. He looped the strap over his head and shook hands with Ty before turning and talking to the rest of the band. When he approached the microphone he adjusted it to his height and greeted everyone.
“Well, for those of you who don’t know me I’m Zane McKade.”
The crowd cheered and whistled.
“We’re gonna keep things slow. I’m gonna sing a little song by a country artist I’m sure ya’ll know. It’s a little number called “Must Be Doin’ Somethin’ Right” by Mr. Billy Currington. Here goes.”
Zane stepped back from the microphone and began to strum the tune on the guitar as the rest of the band picked up with the song as well. Andi was amazed as she watched his fingers work the strings of the guitar. He looked in her direction, smiled and winked, and she felt every bone in her body melt. Zane stepped back up to the microphone and began to sing. His eyes never left hers throughout the duration of the song, and for a little fun he changed out the blue eyes lyrics to brown eyes for that personal touch. No one had ever made her feel so special in her entire life. In this one moment, with Zane on stage and keeping his beautiful blue eyes locked with hers while he sang to her, she felt like the only woman in the world. That was the kind of love she had yearned for; and she realized that she had found it in Zane.