Twenty-Seven
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“You did great, Micah.” I slap my little brother on the shoulder and watch as shyness filters into his expression. He’s wearing a black shirt and dark jeans. The surrounding girls went crazy when he took the stage. Juan might get famous in America, but Micah’s earning himself a following in Belize.
“I agree.” Vanessa holds his waist and looks at him with pride shining from her eyes. “The judges should have given you tens across the board.”
“He went off pitch after the second raise,” Juan says in a dry voice. “The scores were fair.”
“Shut up, Juan.” Micah sticks his tongue out. “Thank you all for coming. It means a lot.”
“We wouldn’t miss it,” Rochelle says, batting her long eyelashes.
“Yeah.” Sam throws his arm around her. “I’m glad I could lock up the restaurant
