A/N: I don't know whether Jarod can sing or not. If he can, please tell me in what episode he sings, because I would love to see it.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Pretender.
Someone laid a hand on Jarod's shoulder.
"Hey, man. Let's go now. Those numbers can wait until tomorrow."
"Just a minute. I have to save this worksheet first," Jarod told his co-worker as he typed.
"Sure. I'll be waiting by the elevator."
Jarod turned off the monitor, grabbed his jacket, and walked out of his cubicle. He found his friend by the elevator doors, humming a popular tune.
"So, Luis, where are you taking me?"
"It's a secret. You'll see."
Those words did nothing to calm the Pretender. Luis had been curious about Jarod's curiosity of trivial things, so the former Centre prisoner made up stories about being home-schooled and having very protective parents. Actually, it was not far from the truth. Since then, Luis had taken him to numerous places that his fellow accountant thought would broaden Jarod's mind. On their last adventure they had gone to a strip club. A genius Jarod was, but sometimes it was overwhelming. Today Luis had promised him a night of musical galore. They had been to a concert and an opera before, so Jarod didn't have a clue of where they were heading.
When they arrived, Jarod looked around. It looked like a normal bar. He was about to question Luis when suddenly he noticed a woman walked up to the stage, taking her position behind the microphone. People clapped their hands as she began to sing.
After a few minutes of audio torture, Jarod asked his friend. "Luis, what place is this? How come they are still in business when they hire a lousy singer like her?"
"That's why this place is still in business, man. Because we can sing like her."
"This is a karaoke bar."
"Karaoke?" Jarod cocked his head in confusion.
"Yeah. Just watch. See, she's a guest, just like us. It's that man's turn now."
Jarod turned his attention to an elderly man adjusting the microphone's height. The man smiled shyly as he waved towards someone in the audience. The lady, Jarod guessed was the man's wife, smiled encouragingly and applauded loudly. The karaoke singer sang My Way beautifully, as if Frank Sinatra himself had been singing. The whole place erupted in applause.
Someone shouted "Encore!" and the others followed. The karaoke machine operator showed some options and the man settled for It's A Wonderful World. When he returned to his table people were still clapping with excitement.
Luis nudged his friend. "So, are you going to sing?"
"What?" Jarod noticed it was his second "What" tonight. I'm beginning to sound like Miss Parker, he thought.
"Singing. On stage."
"Oh, I don't know," the pretender shrugged.
"Come on, man. It's easy. Don't worry that you don't have the voice of Pavarotti. You just have to get up there and sing," Luis urged him.
"Broots, are you sure this is the place?"
The computer tech removed his glasses, wiped them, and put them back on. He read the bar's name, glowing in neon, and checked his notes.
"Yes. The man in the accounting firm said Jarod came here often."
Miss Parker opened the door and walked in. Sydney and Broots closely shadowed her. They were greeted by a man mopping the floor.
"The place's still closed. We open at 6. Come back later."
Miss Parker walked up to him and showed him a photograph. "We're looking for this man. Have you seen him?"
He looked at the picture and pointed to the bar. "Ask Marlee over there," he said as he continued mopping.
A middle-aged woman walked out from behind the bar. "Hello, how can I help you?"
Miss Parker flashed the picture of her childhood friend. "We're looking for him."
The woman smiled. "You must be Miss Parker."
"How do you know?"
"He told me that three friends would come, searching for him. You look as pretty as Jarod said. He left something for you, Honey. Wait a minute, I'll be right back."
Miss Parker lifted an eyebrow. "Honey?"
Sydney noticed that Miss Parker was not disturbed that Jarod had complimented on her beauty.
Marlee gave them the package from Jarod. "What place is this?" Broots asked.
"Why, this is a karaoke bar, Dear. Do you like to sing? You're welcome to sing here tonight."
Miss Parker was intrigued. "Did Jarod sing? On stage?"
"Of course, Sugar. Twice a week."
Marlee chuckled when she saw the surprised looks on the three of them.
"That sweetheart is lucky. Without his charms and good looks, he would have been banned from this place altogether," Marlee laughed.
"Is he that bad?" Broots chuckled.
"I'm afraid he is."
They heard a snort and it quickly turned into a giggle. Three pairs of eyes stared at a laughing Miss Parker.
"Turns out there is something Wonderboy can't do, right Freud?"
A/N: Like I said before, I don't know whether Jarod can sing or not. I just thought that it would be fun to see that Jarod is just like any other person who has flaws. This time his flaw is his voice. If the Pretender lives in this era, what do you think his favorite song will be?
A/N: Thank you AJeff for your beta. I know you have lots of things to do, but yet you find a time to do this.