Ruediger's voice was deep and velvety. Once he sang the song of his choice, it carried a weight of emotions, both haunting and beautiful as his singing drew people in.
"The old dirt road still knows my name🎶"
"Tires kickin' dust like they've done for days🎶"
Everyone turned their full attention to Ruediger, entranced by his effortlessly soulful singing.
When the others were quietly clapping their hands, unwilling to disturb Ruediger's singing, Lariette was the only one who remained as still as a statue.
Her eyes widened slightly, zeroing in on the man beyond the blazing campfire. Her breath caught in her throat.
His voice... was very familiar in a way that ghosted shivers down her spine.
As if she had heard it before in a dream.
'Eddy's voice... Have I heard him sing before?'
The thought continuously echoed in Lariette's mind as she tried to pinpoint where she had heard such a beautiful singing voice before. She unconsciously fidgeted when... the realization hit her.
Yes.
