was the one she was singing about.
“Should you ch-chance to glance at me,
Threatens my security.”
He didn’t know what he was supposed to do.
Ginny was shouting “Red Alert!” right along with the backup singers, although he could only read her lips.
“Heart’s a-th-thumpin’!
Red Alert!
N-n-nerves a-j-j-jumpin’!
Red Alert!
All I hear is a s-s-siren sound.”
At last Armpit managed to ease his way back to the safety of the soundboard, taking Ginny with him.
“All systems are sh-shutting . . .
D-d-d-down!”
Kaira shouted, “Thank you very much! I love you!” and she and the band left the stage.
The crowd shouted for more, Ginny and Armpit right along with them. The lights remained dark.
After about five minutes they came back out and did “Just Hold On a Little Longer.” On the last line,
“. . . And then I’ll be on my way,”
Kaira blew a kiss to the crowd and once again left the stage.
People continued to shout for more, but this time the house lights came on.
“Good show, Kaira,” said Duncan.
Kaira was amazed. He had never said that to her before. None of the band members had. But something special had happened tonight; they could all feel it.
“What do you say we go back out and do one more?” said Tim B.
“Sounds good to me,” said Cotton.
Usually once the band was done, they were done. It was a job to them, nothing more. They did the one planned encore, and that was it.
“We’ve played all the songs we know,” Duncan pointed out.
“Then let’s play one we don’t know,” said Billy Goat.
Kaira laughed.
“Sounds good to me,” said Cotton. “Any ideas, Kaira?”
“You want to try ‘Piece of My Heart’?” Kaira suggested. She had been listening to the Janis Joplin CD and it was her favorite song.
“Let’s do it,” said Tim B.
The place went crazy when they stepped back out onstage.
“We’ve played every song we know,” Kaira told the raucous crowd. “So now we’re going to play one we don’t know!”
It just might have been the worst performance ever of that song. Kaira had thought she knew the words, but she kept skipping around to different parts of the song and repeating parts she’d already done as the band struggled to keep up with her.
But nobody cared. It was pure fun, and the audience was having fun right along with them. It was the way rock ’n’ roll was meant to be.
Even the cutesy-dootsy backup singers, two of whom had already changed back into jeans, came out, and were screaming at the top of their lungs.
“TAKE IT!”
“Take another little piece
of my heart now, baby . . .”
The band tried to improvise a big finish, but in the end, the song just fizzled out.
“God, that was awful!” Kaira said with a laugh amid the thunder of applause, and then she and the band left the stage for good.
17
As an army of workers cleared the stage, unhooking power cords, removing instruments and equipment, Armpit and Ginny were unsure of what they were supposed to do or where they were supposed to go. When they stood up their chairs were taken away. They made sure to hold on to their souvenir cups.
There was no way down except through backstage. Besides, they had to get their regular shirts back from whoever had them. So, holding on to each other, they headed back through the curtain.
It wasn’t as crowded as earlier, but the people who were there were in constant motion. Someone shouted, “Watch your back!” as a cart full of electronic equipment was wheeled past and out to a loading dock.
“Ginny!”
It was David, the red-bearded guy wearing the vest and no shirt. “Kaira’s looking for you. Here, follow me.”
Armpit followed too, and David didn’t tell him not to. He led them along a very narrow passageway. As they turned the corner they saw and heard Kaira arguing with a large, athletic-looking black man, while Kaira’s bodyguard stood off to the side.
“. . .
could
“Should you ch-chance to glance at me,
Threatens my security.”
He didn’t know what he was supposed to do.
Ginny was shouting “Red Alert!” right along with the backup singers, although he could only read her lips.
“Heart’s a-th-thumpin’!
Red Alert!
N-n-nerves a-j-j-jumpin’!
Red Alert!
All I hear is a s-s-siren sound.”
At last Armpit managed to ease his way back to the safety of the soundboard, taking Ginny with him.
“All systems are sh-shutting . . .
D-d-d-down!”
Kaira shouted, “Thank you very much! I love you!” and she and the band left the stage.
The crowd shouted for more, Ginny and Armpit right along with them. The lights remained dark.
After about five minutes they came back out and did “Just Hold On a Little Longer.” On the last line,
“. . . And then I’ll be on my way,”
Kaira blew a kiss to the crowd and once again left the stage.
People continued to shout for more, but this time the house lights came on.
“Good show, Kaira,” said Duncan.
Kaira was amazed. He had never said that to her before. None of the band members had. But something special had happened tonight; they could all feel it.
“What do you say we go back out and do one more?” said Tim B.
“Sounds good to me,” said Cotton.
Usually once the band was done, they were done. It was a job to them, nothing more. They did the one planned encore, and that was it.
“We’ve played all the songs we know,” Duncan pointed out.
“Then let’s play one we don’t know,” said Billy Goat.
Kaira laughed.
“Sounds good to me,” said Cotton. “Any ideas, Kaira?”
“You want to try ‘Piece of My Heart’?” Kaira suggested. She had been listening to the Janis Joplin CD and it was her favorite song.
“Let’s do it,” said Tim B.
The place went crazy when they stepped back out onstage.
“We’ve played every song we know,” Kaira told the raucous crowd. “So now we’re going to play one we don’t know!”
It just might have been the worst performance ever of that song. Kaira had thought she knew the words, but she kept skipping around to different parts of the song and repeating parts she’d already done as the band struggled to keep up with her.
But nobody cared. It was pure fun, and the audience was having fun right along with them. It was the way rock ’n’ roll was meant to be.
Even the cutesy-dootsy backup singers, two of whom had already changed back into jeans, came out, and were screaming at the top of their lungs.
“TAKE IT!”
“Take another little piece
of my heart now, baby . . .”
The band tried to improvise a big finish, but in the end, the song just fizzled out.
“God, that was awful!” Kaira said with a laugh amid the thunder of applause, and then she and the band left the stage for good.
17
As an army of workers cleared the stage, unhooking power cords, removing instruments and equipment, Armpit and Ginny were unsure of what they were supposed to do or where they were supposed to go. When they stood up their chairs were taken away. They made sure to hold on to their souvenir cups.
There was no way down except through backstage. Besides, they had to get their regular shirts back from whoever had them. So, holding on to each other, they headed back through the curtain.
It wasn’t as crowded as earlier, but the people who were there were in constant motion. Someone shouted, “Watch your back!” as a cart full of electronic equipment was wheeled past and out to a loading dock.
“Ginny!”
It was David, the red-bearded guy wearing the vest and no shirt. “Kaira’s looking for you. Here, follow me.”
Armpit followed too, and David didn’t tell him not to. He led them along a very narrow passageway. As they turned the corner they saw and heard Kaira arguing with a large, athletic-looking black man, while Kaira’s bodyguard stood off to the side.
“. . .
could
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