Jason singing? Really?”
“What?” Stanley smirked.
“Well, let’s just say he wasn’t the best singer last time I checked. Why don’t you sing to my sister? It’s your wedding.”
Stanley laughed. “Me singing? C’mon. And who would care anyway? Nobody’s paying attention.”
Jason stood quietly on the stage like a lonely shadow. The music started flowing from under the pianist’s fingers. Linda shook her head in disapproval: “What? Josh Groban!? Can he pull it off?” People continued their chats, some walked around to get drinks. Stanley started a conversation with one of the bridesmaids.
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