“Erm, excuse me,” I mumbled to Mace, Lana and Chloe.
I turned and raised my hand to motion to Nick. I’d primed him earlier so he gave me a nod, a grin and he grabbed the microphone.
“If everyone could go out onto the patio,” he announced.
A murmur went through the crowd and the guests al looked at each other in confusion. Then slowly, with more guidance from Nick, they did as they were told.
Mace’s fingers tightened at my waist. “What’s goin’ on?” I smiled at him. “Nothing, just…” I paused, “I’l see you back there.”
I pul ed free and went out the front door. Floyd, Pong, Hugo, Buzz and Leo were al waiting for me. Buzz and Leo were holding their guitars. Pong was holding his drumsticks. Floyd had my guitar.
I took my guitar from Floyd and nodded to my band.
Then I said, “Let’s go, guys.”
We walked through the club and by the time we got back to the patio where Roam, Sniff and the Gypsies had set up our amps, Pong’s drums, Hugo’s keyboards, a set of bongos and wheeled out the Club’s piano, al the guests were gathered around. The band took their places and plugged in while I went to the mic.
I put the strap of my guitar around my shoulder as my eyes found Indy and Lee.
Once I did, into the mic I said, “Don’t have a lot of money so we thought we’d give you a memory.”
Indy pul ed in her lips, Lee’s eyes crinkled and I nodded to Pong.
He started the beat.
Then I started to speak the first words of Shania Twain’s
“You’re Stil the One”.
It was hokey, but for Lee and Indy, it was just perfect.
Hugo started at the keyboards and, as I finished speaking, Floyd’s piano came in then I hummed a sweet,
“Mm, yeah.”
Then I began to sing a sweet, hokey, perfect love song that said it al as my band played.
And when I started singing about them taking the long way, I saw tears fil ing Indy’s eyes. And when I was singing about them holding on, stil together and strong Indy was flat out crying.
Then my band stepped up to their mics and sang the title of the song as I kept singing.
As we played, the crowd swayed but I kept my eyes on Indy and Lee.
Then when I started singing about them beating the odds together, Indy turned to Lee. He had an arm wrapped around her, his other hand went to her jaw, her arms were around his waist, her head tilted back and she sang the rest of the song with me but to her husband.
Hugo’s keyboards played as the band sang their “oo’s” when I watched Lee’s head dip low so his forehead was resting against Indy’s and they both closed their eyes and held onto each other.
I started singing again, Indy’s eyes opened and so did Lee’s, his hand slid down to her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw as she kept singing right along with me.
The band went silent and I finished with just my guitar as Indy kept singing to Lee but my eyes moved to Mace, they locked with his and I sang the last two lines of the song direct to him.
I stopped singing and the guests cheered, Al y and Daisy let out catcal s and Tex gave a war whoop.
Mace just shook his head.
Then he smiled.
I smiled back.
Indy and Lee weren’t cheering, they were making out, again.
It was the best present I’d ever given in my life.
The band didn’t hesitate. Hugo moved to the bongos and started the rhythm, Floyd started to play piano and I took the microphone in my hand.
“Enough of that,” I said to the guests, looked back at the band and shouted, “Let’s rol .”
And that’s when we played Joe Cocker’s “Feelin’
Alright”.
Everyone started dancing, even Indy and Lee began to sway with the music. When it was time for the chorus, the entire crowd put their hands into the air sang it with us.
Floyd was laying it down when my eyes found Mace’s.
He was standing with Luke and Vance but he was smiling at me in a way that was heart wrenchingly familiar.
It was the same, sweet, unguarded smile he wore in the photo of him and Caitlin I saw in the paper.
I was “onstage” so, unfortunately, al I could do was smile back.
But in my head, I gave one of the dying demons a last, vicious, sucker kick to the gut.
Then I focused on rock ‘n’ rol .
We went from Cocker to Three Dog Night and played
“Shambala” then on to The Doobie’s “Jesus Is Just Alright”.
After that, I let Buzz take one and he sang America’s “Sister Golden Hair”. Then we turned it up a couple notches, going straight into Boston’s “Peace of Mind”. Final y, I strapped on my mouth organ and we finished with one of our signature songs, the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club’s, stomping, twanging, kickass “Ain’t No Easy Way”.
With our “thank you’s” said into the mics, we left the instruments but the guests shouted and hooted until we were forced to go back and do an encore of “Ghostriders in the Sky”.
For your information, the vibe of the set list was the happiest we’d ever played.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Swen and Ulrika Are Gonna Be Pissed
Stella