Scarlett had sufficient knowledge of Top 40 hits that graced the radio stations but her music library mainly consisted of old motown hits and 90s RnB. As much as she knew about Skylar, she didn’t know what to expect when it came to his music. She cradled his phone in her hand held it to her ear, waiting for the song to start. A small smile graced her features and she glanced to her friend.
It’s not the type of music she would listen to by any means. But that’s not what mattered. His voice, his tone. The reverb in some of the longer notes. That’s what drew her to the song. That’s why she smiled. Her wine glass was empty again once the song finished all the way through and she gave his phone back to him. “I like it,” she put it simply with a shrug. “It’s not exactly my cup of tea but then again all I do is listen to Barry White.”
She poured herself another glass. Her third one in just forty minutes. “It’s not professionally recorded, I mean, you can kinda tell but--” she sighed, “it’s good.” Scarlett thought back to what she said before and placed her hand on his knee. “It could be great. You could be great.”
