So as we are crossing the street, I heard somebody singing “Bootylicious” by Destiny’s Child.
It can’t be. We looked at each other, thinking we recognized someone’s voice.
We continued through the crowd. Entering the club, we stood at the back. It who we thought it was. Indigo.
She was wearing a red body con mini dress that had one shoulder with a red strappy heel. She styled her hair with two braids in the front, going to a sleek, curly ponytail. By this time, she ended her song. We had moved up to the stage.
“Hey. It’s funny I came across you guys here. Did you like the performance?” Indigo had put on the fakest smile.
“Yeah, you sounded good,” I said. She was already faking. I tried to be genuine with her.
“Thanks.” She curtsied and waved as if everybody was looking at her. “So, d
