wasn't!
She resolved to tell Sadie first thing in the morning that it really would be best if she didn't sing again. Surely, Sadie would be able to understand her feelings. She smiled as she considered that it would be a real test of Sam's words: was he really interested in her, or was he just flattering the local talent he needed for the tent? She made a face. She didn't really even want to consider the question.
Suddenly, she burst into tears and wept deeply, for some minutes. She had no idea what was wrong; she just had to let out the deep, disturbing emotions that she’d been bottling up inside her. It had been wonderful, singing in the tent. More wonderful than she’d ever imagined. And she didn’t want it to be! Still, the glow and the feelings didn’t fade. Something had pierced her soul, and let out the pain she’d been holding inside. Something had come, and changed her.
She grabbed her clothing bags, and swung through the back door of the lounge. She felt better being here, where she was in her own element. She hummed as she brushed out her long, silky hair and intensified her makeup to prepare for the bright stage lighting.
For her first set, she chose a satin dress that clung to her curves and was incredibly sexy. It was sleeveless, with a deep vee neck that showed a generous but not indecent amount of cleavage. It was royal blue, and came to her knees. She had some stunning heels that made the outfit perfection. It was one of her favorites.
When she went out to the bandstand, she drew several whistles. She smiled and kept walking.
"Hey, Jimmie, Sean, Dalton. How are you tonight?"
"Okay, sweetheart. How was your day?" Jimmie asked, dropping a heavy arm over her shoulders.
"Very interesting," she answered ominously. "Very interesting, indeed."
"How so?" Jimmie asked curiously.
"Oh, just unusual things happening." She explained lightly. "Nothing to write home about. By the way, I have several songs I really want to do tonight."
Callie was grateful that the evening quickly went into full swing, and she had no further opportunity to think much about what had happened at the tent. She sang her heart out, and had a wonderful time.
She had a very responsive crowd that night. She was so grateful; it made the experience in the tent seem to dim in importance. This is where she belonged, on the stage in a country bar.
She changed clothes again for her second and third sets. The night was going very well, as usual, and she was completely at ease. For her fourth and last set, she put on an above the knee, strapless, sequined white dress with a fantastic flared hem, and a froth of lace and net underneath. She re-did her hair to be very fluffed and modern over her forehead, and clipped it away from her face. But it still hung down her back. She added on sequined earrings and sequined high heels to match. She had a very 1940's look in this outfit. She felt very sexy and she knew she looked good. She freshened her dark berry lipstick and went back to the stage.
She started her set with a driving ten step, and gave it all she had. Between her performance and Dalton's fiddle work, the crowd really began to shout and clap. During the instrumental, Dalton went down the steps on the side of the stage and out to the center front of the dance floor. Callie came off the other side of the stage and met him out front. She did a little bit of yodeling with it, and the crowd literally went wild.
They stayed out front until the end of the song, and as the crowd applauded, Callie put an arm around Dalton and laughed into her headset microphone. "Isn't he wonderful?" She asked the audience.
As she smiled, her eyes settled on the figure of a big,
She resolved to tell Sadie first thing in the morning that it really would be best if she didn't sing again. Surely, Sadie would be able to understand her feelings. She smiled as she considered that it would be a real test of Sam's words: was he really interested in her, or was he just flattering the local talent he needed for the tent? She made a face. She didn't really even want to consider the question.
Suddenly, she burst into tears and wept deeply, for some minutes. She had no idea what was wrong; she just had to let out the deep, disturbing emotions that she’d been bottling up inside her. It had been wonderful, singing in the tent. More wonderful than she’d ever imagined. And she didn’t want it to be! Still, the glow and the feelings didn’t fade. Something had pierced her soul, and let out the pain she’d been holding inside. Something had come, and changed her.
She grabbed her clothing bags, and swung through the back door of the lounge. She felt better being here, where she was in her own element. She hummed as she brushed out her long, silky hair and intensified her makeup to prepare for the bright stage lighting.
For her first set, she chose a satin dress that clung to her curves and was incredibly sexy. It was sleeveless, with a deep vee neck that showed a generous but not indecent amount of cleavage. It was royal blue, and came to her knees. She had some stunning heels that made the outfit perfection. It was one of her favorites.
When she went out to the bandstand, she drew several whistles. She smiled and kept walking.
"Hey, Jimmie, Sean, Dalton. How are you tonight?"
"Okay, sweetheart. How was your day?" Jimmie asked, dropping a heavy arm over her shoulders.
"Very interesting," she answered ominously. "Very interesting, indeed."
"How so?" Jimmie asked curiously.
"Oh, just unusual things happening." She explained lightly. "Nothing to write home about. By the way, I have several songs I really want to do tonight."
Callie was grateful that the evening quickly went into full swing, and she had no further opportunity to think much about what had happened at the tent. She sang her heart out, and had a wonderful time.
She had a very responsive crowd that night. She was so grateful; it made the experience in the tent seem to dim in importance. This is where she belonged, on the stage in a country bar.
She changed clothes again for her second and third sets. The night was going very well, as usual, and she was completely at ease. For her fourth and last set, she put on an above the knee, strapless, sequined white dress with a fantastic flared hem, and a froth of lace and net underneath. She re-did her hair to be very fluffed and modern over her forehead, and clipped it away from her face. But it still hung down her back. She added on sequined earrings and sequined high heels to match. She had a very 1940's look in this outfit. She felt very sexy and she knew she looked good. She freshened her dark berry lipstick and went back to the stage.
She started her set with a driving ten step, and gave it all she had. Between her performance and Dalton's fiddle work, the crowd really began to shout and clap. During the instrumental, Dalton went down the steps on the side of the stage and out to the center front of the dance floor. Callie came off the other side of the stage and met him out front. She did a little bit of yodeling with it, and the crowd literally went wild.
They stayed out front until the end of the song, and as the crowd applauded, Callie put an arm around Dalton and laughed into her headset microphone. "Isn't he wonderful?" She asked the audience.
As she smiled, her eyes settled on the figure of a big,
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