My Muse

Mingle

Felicity stood outside Chezima Lounge like she’d just been dumped and slapped by life — which, in a way, she had.

She leaned against the metal railing, staring at her cracked phone, then up at the sky like it could give her answers. The music inside boomed through the walls, vibrating into her spine. The city air wasn’t exactly “fresh,” but at least it wasn’t full of sweaty bodies and overpriced cologne.

“Imagine bumping someone and not saying sorry,” she mumbled, pacing.

Every now and then, she’d tilt her phone like that would somehow fix the screen.

It didn’t.

She took a deep breath. And again.

Then the club erupted behind her.

“Laaadies and gentlemen, make some noise for the one, the only… MAJORRR KEYYYYYS!”

Inside: Amahle Catches Fire

Amahle was not thinking about Felicity.

Not because she didn’t care — she did. But the music? The lights? The beat drop? She was in her element.

She’d thrown on that dress at the last minute, didn’t even think it was giving. But in this light? With this song? She looked like the main event.

Major Keys was already on stage, mic in hand, black vest slightly damp from sweat, the crowd echoing his lyrics back like scripture.

Right there near the front.

Dancing like the night owed her joy.

Face tilted back. Arms in the air.

Her smile? Loud. Confident. Effortless.

Then — mid-song — he saw her.

For a moment, his lyrics slurred.

He stepped closer to the edge of the stage, pointing into the crowd.

“You, in the brown dress.” he said mid-verse, low-key still vibing.

Amahle looked around.

“Yeah, you. Don’t act shy now.”

The spotlight caught her at the perfect angle.

Phones lifted. Girls screamed.

Amahle blinked — once, twice — then laughed.

A bouncer leaned over moments later and whispered:

“Maj wants you at his private chill upstairs when he’s done.”

Amahle choked on her mojito.

“ME?”

“Yes. You." He said and went back to his position

Back outside, Felicity had finally calmed down.

Her blood pressure was stable.

Her screen still dead.

But she had stopped plotting murder.

Then the door flung open behind her, and Amahle burst outside, glowing like she’d swallowed a ring light.

“CHOMMIE!”

“Can I sulk in peace?”

“Chommie, listen to me. I just got invited to a majorkeys after.”

Felicity blinked. “I'll just Uber home then, be safe”

“No you are coming with me ”

“Your stakes are high ” Felicity sarcasticly said

“You know how much I like his music, plus I won't be comfortable alone there”

Felicity opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again.

“You’re dressed. You’re cute. And guess what — free drinks.”