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much like a date.
Not to mention that it would tie him to her for the entire
evening.
The band’s groupies quickly did away with any
bewilderment they’d felt as their frustration turned, almost
instantly, into nasty looks that were directed first at Roxanne and
then Candy.
As they passed by the waiting crowd, Roxanne was too
naïve to realize what was going on and failed to see the imaginary
daggers shooting out from the eyes of Frank’s spurned and would-be
lovers.
Candy, on the other hand, knew exactly what was
happening. She held tight to Rich’s hand as they made their way
through the crowd. Candy knew she and Roxanne were the envy of
every woman there simply because they were with the band.
Inside the dressing room, Roxanne and Candy met
three of the other four guys in the band. Bobby, Ronnie and Mike.
It didn’t take long for the fourth and final member Glen to walk
through the door with a very pretty girl on his arm. Her long red
hair seemed to brighten her green eyes that sparkled with the color
of jade. Roxanne and Candy soon learned she was Glen’s wife
Glenna.
“Hi.” Glenna flashed a friendly smile at the girls
and then turned to Frank. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll take good
care of them while you’re on stage.”
“You better,” he said.
Glenna turned to her husband. “You’ve got work to
do.” She gave him a quick kiss. “I’ll just go ahead and take Roxie
and Candy out to the bar. We’ll get ourselves a drink.”
“Glenna,” Rich said. “Don’t go telling them any wild
stories about us, okay?”
“Rich.” Glenna laughed. “Trust me.”
Glenna was elated to have someone to sit with
besides the groupies who’d gather around her once they found out
she was with the band. But she knew this was different. Frank had
already given the band fair warning to be on their best behavior.
He didn’t want anybody doing or saying anything to upset
Roxanne.
Frank turned to Roxanne, resting his hands on her
shoulders. “Go on out there with Glenna.” He gave her a wink and a
smile that turned up one side of his lip. His hands slid down her
arms and his fingers tangled around hers. “I’ll see you during the
break.”
“Okay,” Roxanne said, totally under his spell. His
lips brushed against her cheek. Chills whipped through her
unexpectedly, leaving her dripping with desire.
“Now you fellas play pretty for us,” Glenna said as
she, Roxanne, and Candy left the dressing room.
Moments later, the band ascended the stage—everybody
except Frank and Rich. Curiosity swept over Roxanne and she let her
eyes searched the hallway leading back to the dressing room. It was
empty, at least of the one person she was looking for. Frank. She
paid little attention to the other band members as they filtered
out among the drums, microphones, and keyboards.
The crowd cheered. A few loud chords thundered
through the club and Glen pounded out a drum roll. The locals
celebrated louder, as if they knew Frank and Rich would be out
soon.
When it did happen—when Frank and Rich finally
emerged in two separate spotlights—the crowd went wild. Frank
straightened his guitar strap and then stepped up to the
microphone.
Rich teased the fans with a little riff of something
that sounded a lot like J. Geils.
Admiration engulfed Roxanne as she zeroed in on
Frank. He adjusted his microphone and rested his hands on his
guitar. A strange silence fell over the crowd. She heard Glen’s
drumsticks clicking as if chanting: one, two, three. And then, in
perfect harmony, the band dove full-throttle into some April
Wine.
Frank started singing and Roxanne knew for sure that
her heart had abandoned her.
Hours later, after Frank announced last call, Glenna
hopped off her bar stool and looked at Roxanne and Candy. “Come on,
let’s go back to the dressing room.”
Roxanne and Candy glanced at each other, then
followed Glenna back to the empty dressing room. Glenna took a seat
and they did the same. She dug