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As soon as she mentioned Scotty, I realized I hadn’t given him the rest of the song. “But what about Scotty? He doesn’t know my song yet.”

“That’s fine,” she said as she headed into a stall and closed the door. “I’ve heard him sing and play countless times when he thought no one else was around. That man is a country star just waiting to happen. Now run along and make me proud.”

And with those words I finished up washing my hands, drying them, and headed out to the parking lot for my guitar wondering how the hell I’d gotten myself into so many uncomfortable situations at one time.

Exactly twelve minutes later, I sat on a stool facing Tammy. We both had our guitars on our laps. I was a nervous wreck, while I could tell she was as calm as my little Darci when she’s about to fall fast asleep in my arms.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” she said. “Start off with any cover song you feel comfortable with, and if I know it, I’ll join in.”

“Okay,” I said, and in the next moments I started singing the remix of Miranda Lambert’s Tequilla Does. I didn’t get passed the third line when she joined me without the slightest hesitation. And when it came to the refrain, not only were we harmonizing together, but she was moving to the music, causing me to shed all my fear, and just enjoy performing the hot song.

Soon, the background music filled the dance hall, and everyone who’d come in early to help set up were dancing out on the floor. Even Scotty and Colt moved with the beat of the music. Who knew Colt and Scotty had all those hot moves. When I sang about chasing a kiss with a twist of a lime I was falling in love with both Scotty and Colt. All those apprehensions I’d had about having them both in my bed started to fade.

I looked around for Mickey, but I couldn’t spot him. Either he hadn’t come in yet, or he’d chosen to avoid all of this.

Either way, I couldn’t blame him. This moment in time was pretty intense, and for some reason, I was loving it.

Who knew?

When I finally sang the last note, and strummed my last chord, the whole place went up in whistles and applause. It was such a rush, I nearly wet my pants. I couldn’t believe how much fun I had… how much fun it was to be up on a real stage singing with such a professional like Tammy.

My eyes watered, and when I stood up, my knees felt weak again, but this time I was able to push through my nerves.

“Wow… thank you, everybody!” I said, trying to hold back more emotions.

Whistles and cheers, until Tammy shushed them. “What do y’all think? Should I give her a chance up on my stage with me and the girls with guitars?”

More cheers and whistles. This time, I couldn’t hold back the tears. They poured out of me like an open faucet. I hadn’t felt that much love in so long I wanted to soak it all up.

Tammy turned to me. “I guess you’re in, doll. Congratulations!” Then we hugged and I gushed my appreciation.

When we parted, she said, “I’ll give you our songbook before you leave tonight. I don’t expect you to learn all the songs, but please try to learn as many as you can. Hell, you probably know most of them. Oh, and if you want to sing your own song, you and Scotty can do that at the end of our first set. We usually do two sets, but they can be long. Rest up. So glad to have you, hon. You’re gonna be a true asset to the group. We’ll practice for an hour or two the afternoon of our performance, right here. But it’ll all be written up for you. The best advice I can give you, is just relax. We’ve got each other’s backs… yours too. Now we better get going. We open in about five minutes.”

Tammy took my guitar for safe keeping, then we both went our separate ways. She headed backstage and I headed off to the main bar. My smile was so big, my cheeks hurt.

“You did it!” Scotty said once I got close enough to him behind the bar. Then he took me in his arms, gave me a twirl and a quick kiss right on the lips.

Not two seconds later, Colt pulled me in tight, and also gave me a quick kiss. Neither time did it feel strange or awkward. It felt like, well, it felt like this was my life now. All that was missing was Mickey, who I finally spotted staring at me from across the dance floor. He nodded, grinned, and nodded again. He wore a black cowboy hat, low on his forehead, and if we weren’t opening those doors at any moment, I would’ve run into his arms as well.

I felt as though if I could get up on that stage… I could do anything. Even have a relationship with three, amazingly wonderful men at once. And it didn’t hurt that each one was drop-dead gorgeous!

“You were fantastic!” Colt said. “You killed that song. I had no idea. I knew you had a nice voice, but that… well, that was incredible!”

“Thanks… thank you both.”

“I think this calls for a little celebration,” Scotty announced. “How ‘bout we do some celebrating after work tonight?”

“Sure. At Colt’s or rather our place tonight,” I told him. “That is if Colt’s all right with that idea?”

I turned to him, and his face lit up. There was something so delicious about Colt when excitement turned him on. “Darlin’ that’s perfect. We have a lot to talk about.”

“Yes, we do,” I agreed. “A lot. Will you invite Mickey? I’d like to celebrate with him as well.”

“You’ve got it,” Colt said, and that was the last time we were able to say anything personal all night long. As soon as those doors opened it felt like a tsunami of people washed in and never let up until the last person walked out sometime after two in the morning. There were times when I didn’t think I would ever catch up, and either Scotty or Colt stepped in to pick up the slack. I did the same for them, so it wasn’t as if I couldn’t handle it… none of us could. We made so much money in tips I had to count it three times to make sure I was right. It came out to just over one thousand dollars each for one freakin’ night. I could hardly believe that in the last three days, I’d made enough to not only pay all my bills, but I could afford to start a saving’s account, which was something I had never been able to do.

By the time we pulled up in front of Colt’s house I was so grateful, I couldn’t help the tears that rolled down my cheeks like they had a mind of their own.

“Hey, what’s the matter? We’re supposed to be celebrating, not crying,” Colt said once we piled into the house. Scotty was just parking his truck, and Mickey had backed out. I didn’t want to press him, so I let it go. He hadn’t contacted me, which was fine. He’d come around at some point. At least I hoped he would.