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Robin
It takesevery ounce of my self-control not to get the hell out of Whiskey Jacks Saloon. I should never have been so stupid, going up to Reid like that in the first place. What I should have done was finish that song, drink a glass of water to calm myself down, and get ready for thislastset.
But I’ve never been too good with impulsecontrol.
Case inpoint.
I inform Barclay, my guitarist and best friend, that we’re going to perform a song that Danielle and I wrote a few years ago, and instruct him to follow along with a basic chord. Barclay and I have been singing and writing country western songs for years, so he’s used to me switching up our sets. He knows the song too, but maybe he doesn’t realize that the song will be directedtoReid.
Barclay nods, and his shoulder-length brown hair swings forward. He doesn’t even ask me why as he plays with his neatly trimmed goatee. I look over at him after announcing to the audience that I’m dedicating the song to my sister. He doesn’t suggest I may be taking a risk by singing something this emotionally charged. Okay, it’s an angry, sad country ballad. This would be the ideal time for someone to talk me off a ledge. I wish he didn’t trust mesomuch.
Taking a seat on the backless bar stool set up behind the microphone stand, I take a breath, avoid making eye contact with Reid at all costs, andIsing.
Areyou ever gonna tellmewhy,
You upped and left without a damnedgoodbye,
What did I ever do to make youleavehere,
You took my heart away withyou,dear.
Iwas cryinginmybed,
Because of words youneversaid,
ByeByeHero,
WhyWhyHero.
So many nightsI could notsleep,
Too bad my soul was yourstokeep,
Can’t seem to get overyouyet,
Tell me, do you have someregret?
Iwas cryinginmybed,
Because of words youneversaid,
ByeByeHero,
WhyWhyHero.
Just don’t come back expectingsunshine,
Matter of fact, just don’t comearound,
I’ll stick to family, friendsandwine,
To make up for the loss Ifound.
You’resomeone else’sheronow,
They must all be so damnproud,
