come.â She merges on to the highway.
âNo, home to Ashwood Avenue. Birdieâs.â
Skyler looks at me in the rearview mirror. âSing karaoke.â
She ainât the boss of me. I reach up and grab her by the hair.
âAck! Robin, what are you doing?â Her car swerves against the white center line.
âTake me home.â I tug a little tighter while Blaire hovers against the passenger door, clutching her purse.
âNo.â Skyler grips the wheel with both hands, watching the road down the slope of her nose.
âDo it.â I twist and yank again.
Skyler winces. âNo.â
Blaireâs white as cotton. âRobin, sheâs going to wreck. Let her go.â
âTell her to take me home.â
Speeding down I-65, we argue. Blaire digs in her purse. âIâll give up Zoloft if you sing at karaoke.â
I let go of Skyler. âWhat? Are you serious?â Finally, something interesting on the bargaining table. âCan you do that?â
Skyler rubs the back of her neck. âYou pulled out all my little hairs. Youâre so gonna pay for this.â
Blaire hesitates to answer, then nods. Once. âYes.â
Iâm bamboozled. âHow?â
âA little at a time, yes. My doctorâs been advising me to wean myself offââ
âAnd me,â Skyler interjects.
âHe wants me to take a milder med for awhile.â
I slouch against the Beemerâs leather seat. âI donât know . . .â
âGood grief, Robin, whatâs it gonna take? Do you realize what Blaireâs put on the table?â
âAll right.â I sigh. âIâll do it.â
Hereâs the inherent problems with singing karaoke, in my humble opinion. People. Smoke-filled room. People. No rehearsal. People.
Even for porch singing, sometimes Granddaddy would rehearse us a little before the evening started.
By the time we walk into On the Rocks, Iâm scareder than the devil at a revival meeting. My mind is frantic for an excuse to run. Blaire and her high-price offer. Shoot fire.
Skyler drops her arm over my shoulder. âWeâre going to walk through those doors to a new, braver you.â
My brain tells my lips to grin, but they refuse. Isnât it funny how God put people like Arizona and Skyler in my life for the proverbial kick in the pants?
âYou know what I used to do?â Blaire says softly. âI used to pretend I was queen of the world and everyone in the room was my loyal, doting subject.â
âThere you go,â Skyler says. âThink beautiful Robin McAfee.â
âRight,â I snort and finger the tangled ends of my hair.
Blaire taps her watch. âWeâre wasting time. If we donât get Robin signed up, she wonât have time to sing. The regulars will have all the spots.â
âThere are regulars?â I walk with Blaire to the door, Skylerâs hand gentle on my back.
âOh, yeah.â
On the Rocks is a wide-open place with a high, exposed beam ceiling where track lighting shoots blue and greens hues across the karaoke stage. The spacious ambiance gives me room to breathe, and I relax a little.
Blaire flashes a smile over her shoulder. âYouâre going to have fun, Robin. Really. And . . . sorry I was so cold before. You knowâat the Frothy Monkey.â
I smile. âNo problem.â
âReally, thereâs no excuse.â
I touch her arm. âWe all have our moments. So, how do I go about picking a song?â
Blaire flashes me her beautiful smile and shows me how to pick a song, which I do, and jot it on a piece of paper. I hand it to the DJ, Mandy.
She looks at my choice. âLeAnn Rimes?â
ââI Need You.ââ I point to the paper.
âEver sing karaoke before?â
âNope,â I choke.
She nods. âOkay, then. When youâre up, Iâll walk around, calling your name. Take the mike and
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