When she got back to the table, Tara threw her arms around her and squealed.
“Holy shit you were good,” Tara said. “I had no idea you could sing like that.”
“Thanks.”
Liz, however, sat back with her arms folded and glared at her.
Uh-oh. The true test. “You didn’t like it.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? What I want to know is why you’re wasting your time as a bartender when you should have a recording contract?”
Jenna took a long drink from her bottle of water, then set the bottle down. “Oh, come on.”
“Don’t you ‘oh, come on’ me. Surely you have to have some inkling of how talented you are.”
Jenna shrugged. “I like to sing and write music.”
“And I’m an agent and know talent when I see it.”
“Yeah, sports talent.”
“Talent, sweetie. You are talented. Amazingly, fuck-my-brains-out talented.”
Jenna shook her head. “No.”
“Yes. You need to get an agent and a recording contract, pronto.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Did Ty hear you sing?” Tara asked. “What did he say?”
Jenna didn’t answer right away.
“Jenna,” Liz said. “What did he say?”
“Pretty much what you said.”
Liz threw her hands in the air. “And you, what? Ignored him?”
“I figured he was just saying nice things because we were having sex.”
Liz shook her head. “You are such an idiot.”
Jenna looked at Tara, who said, “I’m going to have to agree with Liz here. You are an idiot.”
“You two are good for my ego. I appreciate it.”
“And you’re frustrating me with every second that goes by. Why don’t you believe in yourself?” Liz asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Did you hear the crowd out there tonight?” Tara asked. “They loved you. I mean they applauded for the other acts, but they loved you. They stood on their feet and asked for an encore.”
It was all too much to take in. “It was nice.”
“Tara, talk to her,” Liz said. “She’s killing me.”
“No, I get it, I really do,” Jenna said. “I’m just not ready for…all that.”
“You mean the chance to be famous?”
“I’m not that good.”
Tara laid her hand over Jenna’s. “Honey, I think you are. Liz thinks you are. Obviously the crowd here thinks you are.”
Liz studied her. “Who told you that you weren’t good enough?”
Leave it to Liz to be able to read her. She sighed and related the story of what happened in Germany.
“So some asshole kicked you out of a band a million years ago when you were a kid and you let that change the whole course of your life?” Liz rolled her eyes. “Come on. I thought you had bigger balls than that.”
She shrugged. “I was sensitive.”
“Oh, bullshit. You’re awesome. And what’s the name of the band?”
She told them.
Liz looked at Tara. “Never heard of them.”
Tara shook her head. “Me either. So obviously they would have been better off to keep you. Honey, you have the voice of an angel. You need to be heard.”
Their encouragement meant everything to her, but there were still roadblocks. Plenty of them.
“I don’t want fame. I just want to open up my own club, play some music of my own.”
“Ohhhh,” Liz said.
Crap. Now she’d said it. She’d given voice to her dreams to someone besides Ty.
“So why don’t you do that?” Tara asked.
“Because I run Riley’s.”
“And you can’t open up a second bar because…”
Liz made it sound so simple, when it wasn’t. “It’s complicated.”
“Because you’re making it complicated. If that’s what you want to do with your life, then don’t let anything stop you.”
“I’ll think about it. In the meantime, please don’t say anything to the rest of the family about this singing thing.”
“Why on earth not?” Tara asked. “You have an amazing talent, Jenna.”
“Thank you, but I’m just not ready to share it yet.”
And if she kept getting this kind of reaction, she might never be.
TY WAS SURPRISED TO HEAR FROM LIZ, BUT SINCE SHE was in Los Angeles for business and he was there as part of his road trip, she suggested they meet for lunch. He didn’t have to report to the arena until four, so there was plenty of time to eat and get a workout in.
Since he was in Anaheim, she picked him up at his hotel. As usual, she was in a crisp black business suit, wearing killer heels, her hair pulled up in some kind of twisty thing that defied logic. The driver of her private car took them to some trendy restaurant that took a while to get to. He guessed Liz wasn’t into family friendly restaurants since they were in the heart of Disneyland.
“So what’s up?” he asked after they ordered lunch.
“Jenna took Tara and me to the club to hear her sing the other night.”
“She did? Good.” Maybe she was finally climbing out of her shell.
“She’s an amazing singer.”
He took a drink of water. “Yeah, she is.”
“No, I mean, her voice is killer. Like she should get an agent and cut a record.”