Travis felt his temperature rise. His body was reacting to the sound of her voice.
He shivered, as chills rushed through his arms.
He tried his best to appear uninterested in her talents, but with each word she sang, he fell deeper and deeper into her trance.
He took a sip of his Bourbon drink, and continued smoking his cigar .
“Is your mouth a little weak?” Cindy sang.
Travis looked up from the smoke and finally centered his focus on the songstress. By the look on his face, one would assume he was displeased, but he carefully considered the best way to approach her before the night was through.
Under normal circumstances, Travis put little to no thought behind the liking of a woman. He was very forward with the opposite sex, and it usually worked in his favor. He believed all women were easy. Not easy in the sense of promiscuity; he simply believed that his boyish looks and his unveiling charm could spark the interest of almost any woman he came across. He did not expect it to be any different with Cindy.
“Not if you care for me….”
Travis adjusted his shirt collar.
Before Cindy could bring the song to a close, he made a flirtatious attempt to sing along with her.
“Each day….is Valentine’s Day.”
Cindy was a bit rattled by his unexpected display of child’s play. She offered him a weak smile and tossed her hair behind her shoulder. She didn’t know whether she should entertain his chauvinistic ways or make it difficult for him to gain her approval.
She tried not to over think her next move, but it was too late. She had become overwhelmed by the thought of impressing him.
The music came to a close as the room stiffened in silence. Cindy was now anxious and uneasy. Something she rarely felt on stage.
As the pianist began playing the next selection, she looked to the man behind the curtain again. Then she frantically nodded her head and turned back to the crowd.
Suddenly, she realized she was having a panic attack.
“I apologize to you all, but unfortunately I’m going to have to cut my set a little short.”
The crowd began to wail.
“Oh, you gotta be kidding me!” someone yelled across the room.
“I’m very sorry,” she said.
“I will be back tomorrow night. Same time.”