said itâd be like raising the Titanic to find the real Blaire Kirby.â
I laugh but I stop the moment my gaze meet Blaireâs. âIâm sorry. Do you still have stage fright now that you donât model?â
She repacks her purse. âNow I just have fright in general.â
âOh.â I want to tell her Iâll pray for her, but the words seem inadequate. Not on Jesusâ part, but mine.
More and more, I realize fear wins when folks run and hideâor cover it with excuses. Iâll be the first to admit, it ainât easy to press though, but dern it, Iâm shining the Light on this monster under my bed.
Besides, I canât go back on a Robin McAfee decision Skyler faces Blaire with her hands on her hips. Sheâs still wearing her fancy lawyer suit. âSo, are you saying all Robin needs to do is meditate and drink decaf? â
Blaire smiles. Skyler is the bright balloon tied to the end of Blaireâs lifeline. âYou make it sound so simple. Iâm saying she needs to find tools to help her overcome. Prayer, meditation, whatever.â She looks at me with smoky gray eyes.
I slip the Auburn hat from my head. âBut mostly, I just need to get out there and sing. Face my fears.â
Skyler snatches up her purse. âGreat idea. Letâs go.â
9
Skyler navigates the Music Row roundabout and swerves onto Demonbreun. She whips her Beemer into a parking slot and gets out. âLetâs go.â
âWhere?â I lean over the seat.
âOn the Rocks Bar & Grill.â Skyler points toward the row of red-brick restaurants and cafés.
âWhy?â I want to know. âDrinking wonât solve anything.â
Skyler opens my door. âNot drinking, goof. Karaoke.â
âOh no, nothing doing.â Sitting back, I cross my arms.
Skyler reaches in to unbuckle me. âYou just admitted you need to get out there and sing. So, letâs go.â
âI didnât mean karaoke.â I shove her hand away from the seatbelt buckle.
Blaire crawls in beside me. Now she likes me; now she wants to be my friend. âThis is a good way to go, Robin. A lot of singers wanting to be artists do a little karaoke. I think Mindy McCready got her start in karaoke.â
âNothing doing. Iâm not going in there.â
âRobin, how the heck do you expect to sing at The Bluebird, the Douglas Corner Café, or The French Quarter if you canât sing karaoke On the Rocks?â
I drop my forehead on Skylerâs headrest. âHadnât planned that far.â
âTime to declare war on terror.â
âBut karaoke? Itâs so stupid.â
âYes, and stage fright is so smart and classy.â
I stick my tongue out at her. Snooty lawyer. I slip out of the seat belt, square my shoulders, and puff out my chest. âLetâs do it.â
Skyler, Blaire, and I stride toward On the Rocks like Charlieâs Angels, but just as we reach the door, I swoop around, head straight back to the car, and buckle myself in.
The remaining Angels scurry after me. âRobin, come on.â
âI canât sing to a track. And look.â I point to my hat head. âI donât have my hat. Donât have my guitar for security . . . I canât.â
Skyler slams my door shut and gets behind the wheel. âCome on, Blaire.â
âWhere we going?â I slink down in the seat.
âFreedom.â
I lurch forward. âAlabama?â
From Skylerâs stereo, Martina sings to me that âthis oneâs for the girls.â âYep. Might as well take you home since you canât do what you came to Nashville to do.â
âYouâre kidnapping me?â
âIf you canât run with the big dogs, Robin, stay on the porch. Make room for somebody else. You heard what Birdie said to her old tenant.â
âTurn around, Skyler. Take me home.â
âFreedom, here we
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