"This one is for a special heart in the room," she whispered into the mic.
The rhythm dropped—a classic, swaying lovers rock groove. Her voice slid over the music like honey over warm toast. She sang about the long nights, the pride she was ready to drop, and the simple, soulful promise to fix what was broken. JC Lodge, Make it up to You. (Reggae)
“Let me make it up to you,” she cooed, her vibrato catching the smoke in the air. "This one is for a special heart in
As the drummer tapped out the count, the horns flared with a warm, brassy greeting. JC stepped into the spotlight. The heat of the stage lights met the cool breeze from the ceiling fans. She didn’t look at the crowd; she looked straight at him. She sang about the long nights, the pride
The bassline hummed through the floorboards of the Blue Lagoon Club, a deep, rhythmic pulse that felt like a heartbeat. JC Lodge stood backstage, adjusting her gold hoop earrings and smoothing the silk of her emerald dress. She could hear the crowd murmuring, the clinking of glasses, and the distant, sweet scent of jerk chicken wafting in from the street.
Tonight wasn't just another set. In the front row sat Marcus, the man she’d let walk away over a misunderstanding that seemed so small now.