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“Yeah? Well I stuck my foot in it just last week,” someone else in that couch muttered.
Jo grinned at them, and nodded her head in sympathy. “So this is for us, then. And I’m adapting some of the lyrics, btw. Sing along if you want to.” They raised their glasses to her as Jo and the rest of the trio strummed the first chords of the song, “Just You and I.”
“Let’s get drunk, I’ll pull my heart up through my mouth … the past three years have been hard for us, no doubt.
So let’s raise a glass to better years. Let all the things that we need to overcome bring home to us ‘cause me and you, we can hold this out.”
She looked directly at Becca, tears in her eyes.
“Only you understand how I’m feeling up here. And I know I can tell you anything. You won’t judge, you’re just listenin’, yeah. Cause you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.
Cause my darling, you and I, could take over the world. One step at a time, just you and I. Cause you’re the only one who brings light just like the sun. One step at a time, just you and I.”
She skipped a few lines of the lyric as she swallowed. The trio continued playing behind her, and some in the audience were beginning to sing along.
“…And takin’ trips on a train, so I’d like to drop down now to see ya. And we can paint the town… give me another shot… Cuz I thought I could never keep up … Bank account sez now I can keep up.
And I know I can tell you anything… You won’t judge, you’re just listenin, yeah, ‘Cause you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.
Cause my darling, you and I, Could take over the world. One step at a time, just you and I. You’re the only one who brings light just like the sun. One step at a time, just you and I.
I’m tired of chasing paper. Posing for a screen. Been saving up for years now. Just to get to you my dear. Tho you’re far from my home. This ain’t no weekend buzz.
Yeah, my heart grows fonder, must be this city love, for you, city girl.
Cause my darling, you and I, could take over the world, one step at a time, just you and I…”
The crowd had, by now, started to sing in earnest, and Jo simply continued to strum and whisper the words, looking straight at Becca. Sweet Becca.
Becca stood and mounted the stage also. She pulled a high chair next to Jo, and whispered, “Nice start. So, why don’t we get outta here, so we can talk?”