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Searching the lounge, Gordon had to find someone to take over the karaoke, because if he couldn't, he'd have to do the singing. The last time that happened, he was pushed into the pool. Tin-Tin passed not far from him. She went to sit at a large circular table with Nikki, Maggie, Lisa, and Lady Penelope who were all leaning in to hear what Heather was saying.
Tin-Tin watched Heather slip off her black kitten heeled pumps and wiggle her toes. "I think a wonderful way for all of us to get to know each other is to hold a Langtry lingerie party--!" Heather suggested.
"That is a lovely idea, Heather," said Tin-Tin, looking for a chair to sit down in. From his post at the wet bar, Parker found one and helped her sit down at the table.
"Thank you, Parker," Lady Penelope said with a nod.
"Milady," he responded simply with a bow. "May I bring something to you, Miss Tin-Tin? Miss Heather?"
"Yes, thank you," said Tin-Tin. "I'll have hot tea for myself--"
"I'd like a tall glass of iced tea, Parker," Heather said. Turning smartly on his patent leather shoes, Parker went to the wet bar to fulfill their orders. To her table mates, Heather sighed. "First, I'm cold, and then next, I'm hot."
Nikki frowned slightly. "I hope you're not coming down with anything. Maybe you should stop by the aide station."
"You might be just trying acclimate to the tropical weather," Maggie suggested.
Gordon smiled as he spied Heather. "There's my next singer. I know she hasn't been asked yet." As Parker entered the wet bar to look for a tea cup, Gordon walked up and stood at the corner, furthest away from the table of giggling females. "Parker, when women laugh and giggle like that, you know they're up to something nefarious."
"Indeed, sir?" intoned Penelope's manservant.
Unaware of Gordon's intentions, Heather moaned, "Oh my feet hurt. I'm afraid I haven't gone to too many parties in the past few years, unless you count county fairs, hoedowns and the like."
"Don't look now, but Gordon's got the mike and he's hunting for a victim," Lisa whispered to the circle.
"Come on, Gordon. Who's the lucky gal?" Maggie said with more volume. Caught in the act, he walked over, combing his hair off his face.
"Gordon, so help me I'm going to come over there and whack that hair off!" Lisa warned him.
"I'd do it," says Heather, "but I left my Bowie knife at home--" Realizing what she said, Heather sighed. Tin-Tin held her friend's hand sympathetically.
"There's one lady here I would like to hear sing," said Lady Penelope.
"Who's that?" asked Maggie, hoping it wasn't her.
"Gordon, give the mike to Heather," said Penelope.
"Me?" Heather replied as the mike was placed into her hands.
"Yes. There is a musical quality to your voice. You've had some vocal training, I believe."
"Well," Heather shrugged. "Yes, I did--"
Showered with claps and cheers, Heather accepted the mike good naturedly. "Whatever happened to the solidarity of women?" This was met with laughter as she had Gordon show her where the karaoke machine sat.
Gordon led her to the balcony outside and to the machine. "Here you go," he said with a grin. "Do you want me to set the song for you?"
"No, I can manage." She made a quick study of the electronic equipment and found the small keyboard where she could search for the song she had in mind. As she hit the search key, she asked with a wry grin. "Tell me; am I going through some kind of initiation? I get the feelin' you're after me."
"What could possibly make you think such that? Other than the fact that I've been picking on you all night," Gordon chuckled.
A series of beeps told them both that the song couldn't be found. With determination, Heather tapped the keyboard again and threatened the machine. "All right. Cough it up, or I'll turn you into a food processor!" Tapping the enter key again, Heather looked confidently at Gordon.
"If it beeps like that, it doesn't have the song in its mem--" In three seconds there was a small ping announcing that it had found the song. Heather beamed at a surprised Gordon.
"Give it up, Gordon." Picking up the karaoke machine remote and making sure she had the mike, Heather walked back into the lounge with Gordon next to her. She saw Virgil at the wet bar getting a Black Russian before he sat down in the lounge to listen to the next singer. He was surprised to see Heather and Gordon walking in, noticing the mike in the her hand.
"Aren't you going to need to see the words, Heather?" asked Cherie as Heather faced the party goers. The ladies at the table became silent as Heather aimed the global remote towards the air, causing the background music to begin. Knowing that the song she was about to sing had a long introduction with lush orchestration and background singers, Heather shook her head without further explanation.
"Virgil?" she warned him, causing the audience to laugh. "Don't get too comfortable."
As the intro continued, Heather began her explanation, timing it perfectly to the beginning of the song. "This was written back in the year 2007 by a would-be author, Dena. She wrote the song in about an hour, and gave it to a friend in music publishing. A few months later, it made No. 1." At the swell of the music, Heather began to sing softly, giving Gordon a wink. During the first verse, she moved over to Virgil and demurely sat in his lap singing to him in the guise of a disappointed lover.
TELL ME YOU LOVE
by Dena Lawless (2007)
Please, Please tell me you love me
Please, Please tell me you love me, baby
Please, Please tell me you love me
Or you'll be walkin' out the door.
I never looked at another man.
I have done all that I can.
I wish you'd try to understand--
what this means to me!
All you do is walk on by,
And I just can't seem to cry,
I knew this day would finally come,
Just go on out my door!
Please don't tell me you love me,
Please don't tell me you love me, baby.
Please don't tell me you love me!
Cuz' I'm walking out the door!"
Virgil laughed when, at the second verse, she pushed him back, got up and walked away. Getting into the act, Virgil began to follow her, pretending to beg her to stay. She kept pushing him back and shaking her head, while she sang the last chorus three times, varying the melody, making it more interesting.
At the end of the song, she gave Virgil a kiss. "Happy Birthday, Virgil." The pair was met with laughter and hand claps. As the next dance number's first few measures played, Virgil took the mike from Heather and handed it to Gordon who'd walked up to retrieve it.
"Heather, would you like to-," Gordon started to ask, but Virgil slipped his hand around Heather's velvet covered waist and whisked her off to the balcony. Gordon was left standing with the mike in his hand, watching a strong breeze fan her long hair. The chief aquanaut was no longer in a jovial mood.
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