The Gig

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"What do you play?" The man asked, and Nikolai adjusted, then helped me sit too. "The guitar. I mostly sing, though." The man gave a small laugh. "Looks like you have competition, Natalie." I turned to the girl who had hugged Nikolai when we had come in. She was sizing me up, her eyes squinted. Slowly, she turned away with a scoff. "I don't think she will ever be able to sing as good as I can." "I doubt it," Nikolai said, his hand tightening sound mine. "She is the best singer I have ever listened to. And I have listened to you." A few others chuckled, and one other person piped in. "Is this the battle of ex lovers?" Ex lovers? I turned to Nikolai, who gave a small shrug, but didn't reply. "We never dated," Natalie said sharply, her tone gruff. "Thank God," I said, a little louder

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