Gemotions

"The stage lights," Daniel began, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper, "were blinding!" He was recounting their disastrous attempt at karaoke.

A slight, internal fizz of delight bubbled up inside me. I was remembering a dimly lit pub, a slightly off-key rendition of a cheesy song, and a mostly empty room.

Daniel went on, painting a picture of a hostile crowd, a technical malfunction, and a crushing sense of stage fright. I could feel my cheeks beginning to ache from the effort of not laughing.

He looked at me expectantly, a mischievous glint in his eye. I gave a small, knowing nod, letting him carry on his tale.