The song had just started when Lucy handed the microphone to Hannah and gave her a light push toward the stage.
"Really? You want me to sing?" Hannah turned around to look at the crowd.
James was here tonight too, and this song—he'd written it back then and gifted it to Hannah.
Lucy, of course, nodded. "Go ahead, Hannah. We haven't heard you sing in ages. I'll record a video of you later."
And just like that, Hannah was pushed onto the stage.
It was a bit like those kids performing their talents during New Year celebrations.
Lucy stood beneath the stage, pulling out her phone, adjusting the angle, and then giving Hannah an "OK" gesture to signal she could start.
Singing that old song again after a year brought with it a different kind of feeling.
The same sweet, honey-like voice now carried a tinge of dreaminess under the dim and colorful lights.
