“Um, hi Arleen this is Thelma Verren, from the Rosécliffs Tavern, my sister and I really liked your promo CD, would you be prepared to come up to Ontario Canada for a final audition? “Hey, it’s me?”
“Me who?”
“Don’t be a jackass, it’s Arleen.”
“I knew that, I was just testing you.” Came Melody’s lame reply. Indian Sex Video I was joking babe, don’t get all upset, it can’t be that time of the month?”
Arlene threw the phone at the door. I don’t understand whats happening here. It’s yours.” She whispered. Together they pulled off their helmets and pushed the bike onto its main stand, and walked into the bar, hand in hand, their hair flattened by their helmets. “But what if I am?” she sobbed, “I dunno Shell, I just dunno I am so confused right now, just let me sleep, ok?” she asked her friend softly. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admission an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. Arleen sipped her beer, walked up onto the stage, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant ‘Travelin Soldier’.
