Page 52 of #Moonstruck

“Sit down.” He nodded at the empty stool, and I sat, putting my guitar across my lap.

“I want us to sing ‘One More Night’ together. Like your YouTube version.”

“But ... we haven’t practiced.” The thing with seasoned professionals was that you didn’t have to practice for weeks on end to get something right. We could take two or three passes at a song to coordinate our vocals and the music. A rehearsal or two later, we could perform just about any song perfectly. But Ryan and I hadn’t gone over the music together or worked out our harmonies or who would come in when.

“Just sing it exactly the same way you did in the video,” he said. “I’ll take the first verse, you take the second, and we’ll sing the chorus and the bridges together.”

This had the potential to be a disaster of epic proportions.

Ryan started the intro to the song, and I joined in. Even if our voices weren’t compatible, our guitars seemed to love each other.

He began to sing.

I know you can’t stay

Someplace you gotta be

Won’t stand in your way

But, girl, you gotta see

Then I joined in.

We’ll make this all right

Won’t give up the fight

If you give me, give me ...

One more night

Just to be with you alone

One more night

Let the music take us home

One more night

To pretend we’re in control

All I need is one more, one more, one more night

Nothing stunned me more than how perfectly our voices blended together. As if we’d practiced this song a million times. So much so that I nearly missed when I was supposed to come in.

Tomorrow you’ll be gone

Tonight’s our last chance

I know you’re moving on

I need one last dance

Then Ryan came back in, and again we sang in perfect, flawless harmony.

Like ships in the night

We’ll fade in the light