He Forgot The Mic Was Live
Language: en
I stood in the center of the stage, the champagne flute trembling just a fraction of an inch in my hand. Three hundred and twenty pairs of eyes snapped simultaneously from the massive line-array speakers flanking the stage, straight to me. I didn't move. Because I was the one who had turned that microphone on. A woman’s voice, laced with a familiar, airy laugh, suddenly drifted through the state-of-the-art sound system. "How much did you actually spend on her ring?" Carlton’s voice followed immediately. "Twelve thousand." "Only twelve thousand?" May's laughter was amplified three times…