Cecelia Ahern 2-Book Bestsellers Collection: One Hundred Names, PS I Love You. Cecelia Ahern
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her on being so desperately awful. Holly couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so proud.
John shuffled over to Holly and leaned against the wall beside her where he watched the next act on stage in silence. Eventually he plucked up the courage to speak and said, ‘Gerry’s probably here, you know,’ and looked at her with watery eyes.
Poor John, he missed his best friend too. She gave him an encouraging smile and looked around the room. He was right. Holly could feel Gerry’s presence. She could feel him wrapping his arms around her and giving her one of his hugs she missed so much.
After an hour the singers had finally finished and Daniel and the DJ headed off to tot up the votes. Everyone had been handed a voting slip as they paid at the door and Holly couldn’t bring herself to write her own name down so she gave her slip to Sharon. It was pretty obvious that Holly wasn’t going to win but that had never been her intention. And on the off chance that she did win she shuddered at the thought of having to return in two weeks’ time to repeat the whole experience. She hadn’t learned a thing from it, only that she hated karaoke even more. Last year’s winner, Keith, had brought along at least thirty of his friends, which meant that he was a sure winner, and Holly doubted very much that her ‘adoring fans’ in the crowd would vote for her.
The DJ played a pathetic CD of a drum roll as the winners were about to be announced. Daniel took to the stage once again in his black leather jacket and black slacks uniform and was greeted by wolf-whistles and screams from the girls. Worryingly, the loudest of these girls was Ciara. Richard looked excited and crossed his fingers at Holly, a very sweet but incredibly naïve gesture, she thought. He obviously didn’t understand the ‘rules’ properly.
There was a bit of embarrassment as the drum-roll began to skip and the DJ rushed over to his equipment to shut it down. The winners were announced undramatically, in dead silence. ‘OK, I’d like to thank everyone for taking part in tonight’s competition. You provided us all with some terrific entertainment.’ That last part was directed at Holly and she slithered down her seat in embarrassment. ‘So the two people that will be going through to the final are –’ Daniel paused for dramatic effect – ‘Keith and Samantha!’
Holly jumped up with excitement and danced around in a huddle with Denise and Sharon. She had never felt such relief in her life. Richard looked on very confused while the rest of Holly’s family congratulated her on her victorious losing.
‘I voted for the blonde one,’ Declan announced with disappointment.
‘That’s just because she had big tits,’ Holly laughed.
‘Well, we all have our own individual talents,’ Declan agreed.
Holly wondered what hers were as she sat back down. It must be a wonderful feeling to win something, to know that you have a gift. Holly had never won anything in her life. She didn’t do any sports, couldn’t play an instrument – now that she thought about it she didn’t have any hobbies or special interests. What would she put down on her CV when she eventually got around to applying for a job? ‘I like to drink and shop’ wouldn’t go down very well. She sipped her drink thoughtfully. Holly had lived her life being interested in Gerry – in fact, everything she did revolved around him. In a way, being his wife was all she was good at; being his partner was all she knew. Now what did she have? No job, no husband and she couldn’t even sing in a karaoke competition properly, never mind win it.
Sharon and John seemed engrossed in a heated discussion, Abbey and Jack were gazing into each other’s eyes like love-struck teenagers, as usual, Ciara was intent on getting to know Daniel better and Denise was … Actually, where was Denise?
Holly looked around the club and spotted her sitting on the stage swinging her legs and striking a very provocative pose for the karaoke host. Holly’s parents had left hand in hand just after her name wasn’t announced as a winner, which left … Richard.
Richard sat squashed beside Ciara and Daniel, looking around the room like a lost puppy and taking a sip from his drink every few seconds out of paranoia. Holly realised she must have looked like him – a complete loser. But at least this loser had a wife and two children to go home to, unlike Holly, who had a date with a microwave dinner.
Holly moved over and sat on the high stool opposite Richard, and struck up a conversation.
‘You enjoying yourself?’
He looked up from his drink, startled that someone had spoken to him. ‘Yes, thank you, I’m having fun, Holly.’
If that was him having fun Holly dreaded to think what he looked like when he wasn’t.
‘I’m surprised you came, actually. I didn’t think this would be your scene.’
‘Oh, you know … you have to support the family.’ He stirred his drink.
‘So where’s Meredith tonight?’
‘Emily and Timothy,’ he said, as if that explained it all.
‘You working tomorrow?’
‘Yes,’ he said, suddenly knocking back his drink, ‘so I best be off. You were a great sport tonight, Holly.’ He looked around awkwardly at his family, deciding whether to interrupt them and say goodbye but eventually deciding against it. He nodded to Holly and off he went, manoeuvring his way through the dense crowd.
Holly was once again alone. As much as she wanted to grab her bag and run home she knew she should sit this one out. There would be plenty of times in the future when she would be alone like this, the only singleton in the company of couples, and she needed to adapt. She felt awful though, and also angry with the others who didn’t even notice her. Then she cursed herself for being so childish. She couldn’t have asked for more supportive friends and family. Holly wondered whether this had been Gerry’s intention. Did he think that this situation was what she needed? Did he think that this would help her? Perhaps he was right because she was certainly being tested. It was forcing her to become braver in more ways than one. She had stood on a stage and sang to hundreds of people and now she was stuck in a situation where she was surrounded by couples. Whatever his plan was, she was being forced to become braver without him. Just sit it out, she told herself.
Holly smiled as she watched her sister nattering away to Daniel. Ciara was nothing like her at all; she was so carefree and confident, and didn’t seem to worry about anything. For as long as Holly could remember, Ciara had never managed to hold down a job or a boyfriend. Her brain was always somewhere else, lost in the dream of visiting another far-off country. Holly wished she could be more like her. She had been to far-flung places too, but always with Gerry by her side, and never for more than a few weeks. Unlike Ciara, Holly was a home-bird and could never imagine herself moving away from her family and friends and leaving the life she had made for herself here. At least, she could never have left the life she had once had.
She turned her attention to Jack, who was still lost in a world with Abbey. She even wished she could be more like him; he absolutely loved his job as a secondary school teacher. He was the cool English teacher that all the teenagers respected, and whenever Holly and Jack passed one of his students on the street they always greeted him with a big smile and a ‘Hiya, sir!’ All the girls fancied him and all the boys wanted to be like him when they got older. Holly sighed loudly and drained her drink. Now she was bored.
Daniel looked over. ‘Holly, can I get you a drink?’
‘Ah no, it’s OK, thanks, Daniel. I’m heading home soon anyway.’
‘Ah, Hol!’ protested Ciara. ‘You can’t go home so early! It’s your night!’
Holly didn’t feel as though it was her night. She felt rather as if she had gate-crashed a party and didn’t know anyone there.
‘No, I’m all right, thanks,’ she assured Daniel again.
‘No, you’re staying,’ Ciara insisted. ‘Get her a vodka and Coke, and I’ll have the same again,’ she ordered Daniel.
‘Ciara!’ Holly