Linda shook her head a little, shuddered, and threw the pale blue outfit into the yawning, spread mouth of her open travel bag.Linda shook her head a little, shuddered, and threw the pale blue outfit into the yawning, spread mouth of her open travel bag. Hurriedly, she slipped into her extra black outfit, retrieved a brush from her bag and straightened her hair and then pitched the brush back into the bag and zipped it shut. As she unlocked the dressing room door and came through it, she saw B.J. dancing on the stage. B.J. looked at Linda and raised two fingers, telling her that this was her second song. Linda hurried to the juke box, arriving there as B.J.'s second song ended and the third began. Linda pitched the quarters into the machine and, from memory, selected three song numbers on the lighted numbered and lettered buttons.......then walked back to the cash register on the end of the bar by the dressing room door. Her deeply tanned, black haired, tall, moustached Italian-American boss, John, was ringing up a round of drinks as she approached the register. John looked up as Linda said: "Have you given any more thought about giving me a loan or an advance, John?" "Sure, Linda", John said, looking her straight in the eyes, "We can WORK it out." "How much do you need?" Linda didn't like the tone of his voice, but replied in a whispered, low throaty, deep voice "Eight Hundred and Fifty Bucks..... ....I know it's a lot, but the damn bank repoed my Firebird last night. |