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Kirk patted her shoulder on his way to update their bandmates on the change to a different tune to open the second
half: 🎵🎹🎸🥁🎻🎹🎵 🎙:
We belong together - And you know that I'm right...
Why do you play with my heart? - Why do you play with my mind?
Said we'd be forever - Said it'd never die
How could you love me and leave me - And never say goodbye?
When I can't sleep at night - Without holding you tight
Girl, each time I try - I just break down and cry
Pain in my head - Oh, I'd rather be dead - Spinnin' around and around...
Although we've come to the end of the road - Still I can't let go
It's unnatural, you belong to me, I belong to you
Come to the end of the road - Still I can't let go
It's unnatural, you belong to me, I belong to you...
Before Vic reached the end of her soulful cover Ripley left the main room, leaving his date at the table...
Vic faltered a bit when she lost sight of him; she recovered though finished with a flourish:
Come to the end of the road - Still I can't let go
It's unnatural, you belong to me, I BELONG TO YOUUUU!
She asked Kirk to play some instrumentals mixed with a couple of songs sung by Winston Ndugu, then she rushed back-
stage to her dressing room where - after bursting in - she nearly fainted dead away when she nearly crashed into her ex-
husband..."What...WHO...
"I heard you from just outside...we came in and I saw you onstage...as to WHO I've known Joe a long time. He let me in.
I can--I can go."
Hughes blurted "NO! I mean...you've gone to all this trouble...I mean... what about your date?"
Luke answered, "I sent her home...in a ride-share. Why do you ask?"
"I'm curious. She's a beautiful woman. Been busy while I've been away."
"HA ! The BALLS on you!"
Vic regrouped and muttered "I know what I did - I've lived with that disgrace, that shame...and that look on your face when
you--found out. I apologize for what I said about Ross. Especially after what I did. Of course, you're seeing someone: what
did I expect, right? What an asshole."
"I forgave you long ago Victoria. Oy: was that song for me?"
"You know that it was."
Ripley went to the door; before leaving he turned to remark "Let's talk about it later: after your last set."
/CONCLUSION\
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