DORIS
The next day came, and Mia started nagging us again.
“Mommy! I want to see you perform at the club. I want to see you sing,” she said.
She said it over and over. She was relentless.
Even when she wasn’t asking, the request floated in the air. There was no way I could bring her to The Strip that late at night.
Still, she wanted it so much I wanted to fulfill her request.
"Hey, sweet girl. I have an idea."
I had a solution after considering several options.
I walked into the living room and said, "Mia," as she was absorbed in a coloring book. I've come up with a way you can see me sing.”
She looked at me with wide eyes. "Seriously, Mommy? How?"
"We can set up a live video feed from the club to our penthouse," I said. "You can watch me sing, but just for the first song. It wi
