From This Day Foward: Switched at Marriage Part 4 by Gina Robinson Page A
Authors: Gina Robinson
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remembered intricate details of their lives, as if each one was one of his closest friends. I realized then it wasn't at all surprising he knew, and remembered, so much about my parents and their home. I shouldn't have been either creeped out or flattered. That was just Jus being Jus. And so were the flowers he'd sent ahead. And the champagne.
I was swept away from my merch buyer friends and ended up at a bar-height table near the karaoke stage, sitting between Riggins and Jus. Jus held my hand in one hand and a beer in the other. The bar was noisy and loud. I was trying to hear something Riggins was saying when a chant went up for karaoke to commence.
And then, like two good sports, Riggins and Jus excused themselves to take the stage.
Riggins took the mic. "My buddy Jus and I usually kick the night off with one of our classic duets."
"I don't know if classic quite describes them!" someone heckled.
Riggins ignored it. "But tonight Jus has asked to open the night with a solo. So, Jus, my man, take it away." He slapped Jus on the back and took his seat next to me.
Jus cleared his throat. "This one's for my bride. She hasn't been to one of these before—"
"She's in for a treat," one of the guys called out.
"So go easy on her," Jus said with a grin. "And me. And if you don't like the music selection, don't blame me. It's eighties night tonight." He turned to the DJ. "Maestro?"
And then he broke into a round of "You Make My Dreams Come True" by Hall and Oates, singing just to me. Although the song had come out before I was born, I knew it from the oldies station Mom listened to. And that movie 500 Days of Summer . Which was the best breakup movie, ever . I should know. I'd watched it after every breakup with Eric. Including the last one.
Thinking about my inevitable breakup with Jus, I got a lump in my throat. But this song was from the scene where the hero, Tom, is madly in love with Summer. It was so upbeat, you couldn't help dancing along to it in your seat. At least tap your feet.
Justin jumped around, mimicking the dancing in the movie, badly. But he was still cute. Even though his moves needed work and would scare off the bluebird of happiness before it landed on his finger, like it did on Tom's.
But Justin's voice! His voice . Deep and true and beautiful. Toe-curling sexy. Penetrating to the soul. Fun and filled with joy and good humor. His eyes sparkled. His smile was brilliant. He was having the time of his life up there. I didn't know why I should have been so surprised. His speaking voice was to die for. And his humming voice pleasant and on key.
I caught a glimpse of Ophie in the crowd. She was sitting at a table on the perimeter of the stage. She had a look of rapture on her face while Jus sang. I could only imagine how much she roiled inside knowing he was singing to me.
He pointed to me as he sang and danced, if you could call it that, to the table. He took my hand and pulled me onto the stage with him so he could look deep into my eyes as he sang. The crowd of his employees ate it up. There's nothing like seeing the boss make a fool of himself on stage and in love.
I loved dancing. I'd taken years of lessons. So I played along, moving with the song while he sang. Even wrapping myself around him when the lyrics called for it.
His employees loved it, clapping and bouncing to the upbeat song about, well, a girl making a guy's dreams come true. Duh.
When the song ended, Jus pulled me into a kiss. The crowd erupted in applause. Riggins, Wylie, and four other guys came up on stage. And then, in another movie moment, the seven guys broke into an a cappella version of the theme song from the eighties movie The Breakfast Club , "Don't You (Forget About Me)," with me at the center like they were all wooing me.
They were wonderful. The moment was perfect. I was breathless and happier than I could have imagined.
The door to the bar opened. A noisy group of guys tumbled in. I looked over at them just as the
I was swept away from my merch buyer friends and ended up at a bar-height table near the karaoke stage, sitting between Riggins and Jus. Jus held my hand in one hand and a beer in the other. The bar was noisy and loud. I was trying to hear something Riggins was saying when a chant went up for karaoke to commence.
And then, like two good sports, Riggins and Jus excused themselves to take the stage.
Riggins took the mic. "My buddy Jus and I usually kick the night off with one of our classic duets."
"I don't know if classic quite describes them!" someone heckled.
Riggins ignored it. "But tonight Jus has asked to open the night with a solo. So, Jus, my man, take it away." He slapped Jus on the back and took his seat next to me.
Jus cleared his throat. "This one's for my bride. She hasn't been to one of these before—"
"She's in for a treat," one of the guys called out.
"So go easy on her," Jus said with a grin. "And me. And if you don't like the music selection, don't blame me. It's eighties night tonight." He turned to the DJ. "Maestro?"
And then he broke into a round of "You Make My Dreams Come True" by Hall and Oates, singing just to me. Although the song had come out before I was born, I knew it from the oldies station Mom listened to. And that movie 500 Days of Summer . Which was the best breakup movie, ever . I should know. I'd watched it after every breakup with Eric. Including the last one.
Thinking about my inevitable breakup with Jus, I got a lump in my throat. But this song was from the scene where the hero, Tom, is madly in love with Summer. It was so upbeat, you couldn't help dancing along to it in your seat. At least tap your feet.
Justin jumped around, mimicking the dancing in the movie, badly. But he was still cute. Even though his moves needed work and would scare off the bluebird of happiness before it landed on his finger, like it did on Tom's.
But Justin's voice! His voice . Deep and true and beautiful. Toe-curling sexy. Penetrating to the soul. Fun and filled with joy and good humor. His eyes sparkled. His smile was brilliant. He was having the time of his life up there. I didn't know why I should have been so surprised. His speaking voice was to die for. And his humming voice pleasant and on key.
I caught a glimpse of Ophie in the crowd. She was sitting at a table on the perimeter of the stage. She had a look of rapture on her face while Jus sang. I could only imagine how much she roiled inside knowing he was singing to me.
He pointed to me as he sang and danced, if you could call it that, to the table. He took my hand and pulled me onto the stage with him so he could look deep into my eyes as he sang. The crowd of his employees ate it up. There's nothing like seeing the boss make a fool of himself on stage and in love.
I loved dancing. I'd taken years of lessons. So I played along, moving with the song while he sang. Even wrapping myself around him when the lyrics called for it.
His employees loved it, clapping and bouncing to the upbeat song about, well, a girl making a guy's dreams come true. Duh.
When the song ended, Jus pulled me into a kiss. The crowd erupted in applause. Riggins, Wylie, and four other guys came up on stage. And then, in another movie moment, the seven guys broke into an a cappella version of the theme song from the eighties movie The Breakfast Club , "Don't You (Forget About Me)," with me at the center like they were all wooing me.
They were wonderful. The moment was perfect. I was breathless and happier than I could have imagined.
The door to the bar opened. A noisy group of guys tumbled in. I looked over at them just as the
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