Mack came and sat down beside her.
"Quite a night,"
"Sorry about that," Marilyn said.
Mack laughed.
"Sorry? We probably made our nut for the week just tonight. That means the weekend's ours. A few more nights like this and we might finally get ahead."
"That would be good."
"You know, the first time you put on that dress, I fell for you." Mack said.
Marilyn's heart pounded. No, not now you fool. But he couldn't read her mind, and she couldn't think of the words to say.
"That song we sing in the second set? Don't you have a sister?"
"Humming a few harmonies hardly means I'm singing it." Marilyn wanted to get up and run. Her legs wouldn't move, her arms barely held her weight as she leaned on them. Why did it have to be on this stage? It was always about the stage with Mack.
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