“What is happening?” Kennedy asked right before Matt lifted the mic to his mouth. She gasped. “Oh my God he’s going to sing to you.” “No he’s not.” “This one’s for all the beautiful ladies out there!” Matt yelled into the microphone. “See,” I said, but my voice was so weak I doubted Kennedy heard it. Had he really moved on that quickly? Hadn’t I? I swallowed hard. I hadn’t. That was the whole problem. “Just kidding,” Matt said. “This one’s for my girl. Brooklyn Sanders in the house!”
