DANIELLE'S POV
Jonathan's previously teasing look had turned a little dark. I ignored it and passed him the microphone. Who was I to say anything or try to pry anyway? Sure, we'd been teasing each other and having fun but I was sure it was because he was aware that eyes were on our every move. The professional. I was also a professional at that. I just needed to convince myself.
I changed the key to C, going for the safer route and started singing. Jonathan sang quietly as well and we waited in anticipation for the result. My stomach dropped when the result came out. We had gone up by eighteen points. A proud forty two points.
Jonathan's look was light now. "Five minutes left. Maybe we should try moving the microphone away from us. The song is short so we still have some attempts left before it's time."
Was he trying to console me? I really hated the fact that I hated losing. The thought of losing now was making me tense up, not the threat of the penalty.
