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"Goodnight, Dad." "Goodnight." Virgil and Elise replied in unison. They watched Jeff leave and returned to their conversation.
"A week in Paris, huh? You'll enjoy that."
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to some R & R and it's been a while since I've been to Paris." He went on to tell her about the evening he and his brothers spent with Lady Penelope in Paris, and enjoyed the way Elise was enjoying listening to him.
"Listen, I'm sorry I missed you cutting your cake earlier," Elise said a little while later, "I went out for a little air, and..."
"No need to explain, I understand," he said, softly. "I felt like joining you once my grandmother started in on me!"
Elise smiled in sympathy.
"I swear she still thinks we're six, and Dad lets her do it every year!" Virgil chuckled. "By the way, I heard you earlier on the karaoke, while I was dancing with Nikki, or was it Kat? "
He shook his head, laughing, he'd lost track of where and when and who he been dancing with at the time. "You sounded really good."
"Oh, stop! I wasn't that good!"
"Yeah, you were!" He was referring to her singing the song "Just Breathe" an old country ballad originally sung by Faith Hill, many years ago. "I enjoyed listening to it. You have a natural talent for singing."
Elise could only look at him, and reply, "Yes! In the shower!" They both laughed out loud.
"OOWWW!" The protest echoed around the room.
"Sorry, guys, I didn't mean for it to screech like that," Alan offered as an apology, holding up the microphone of the karaoke machine. "So, now that some of the tamer bunch have headed for bed..."
"Alan!"
Laughter ensued to the remarks made and all Alan did was wink and flash a grin. "Why don't we have some real fun with this?" He waved the microphone for emphasis.
"Whatchya got in mind, bro?" shouted Gordon from his comfy spot on the sofa. Alan looked around the room and spied Elise and Virgil.
Alan turned the mike on. "I think it's time we had the ladies back up here singing some of that country music they promised us earlier!"
Various hoots and howls followed the announcement. Out of the corner of his eye, Alan noticed that Elise had turned away from Virgil and was now looking at him. Nikki was too.
Interesting! This is going to be good!
"Who's first?" He offered the mike out to the group.
"C'mon, Elise! Go for it!"
"Shut up, Gordon!" She laughed.
"Aw, c'mon, relax will ya! It's a party, we want to hear you sing some more country, girl!"
Elise glanced back at Virgil, silently pleading for help. None was forthcoming. Instead, he simply threw his hands up and laughed, "You're on your own with this one!"
"Thanks!"
"You've got a good voice; you'll have no problems."
"Uh-huh." He winked and she tingled slightly. "Fine!"
"Woo-Hoo!" Gordon and Alan both started clapping as Elise walked up to the makeshift stage. After a few moments conferring with Alan she was ready.
"Okay, guys. This is one from a while back. It's been re-recorded over the years, but I kinda like the original version, so, er, here it goes!"
The music came on and Elise put her mind into the song. Her voice was different from earlier, this time she became more sultry and sexier, with raspiness to some of the words as she sang.
{i}Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleach-blonde tramp, and she's probably getting frisky.
Right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink 'cause she can't shoot whiskey.
Right now he's probably up behind her with a pool stick, showing her how to shoot a combo.... And he don't know..
That I dug my keys into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive, carved my name into his leather seats....
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, slashed a hole in all four tires... And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.[/i]
As she swayed and kept in rhythm with the beat, she captured the attention of the room. Virgil sat back on his piano bench; thankful he was somewhat away from the rest of the room because he knew he was pretty close to drooling!
Whatever it was Elise was doing, she was doing it right! Her voice didn't miss a single change in notes.
He'd been impressed earlier that evening when she'd sang, but this was so much more passionate; it resonated throughout his whole being. He'd had no idea she was so musically talented. His gaze continued as she went into the second verse.
[i]Right now she's probably up singing some white trash version of Shania karaoke.
Right now, she's probably saying 'I'm drunk' and he's a 'thinking that he's gonna get lucky.
Right now, he's probably dabbing on three dollars worth of that bathroom Polo.
Oh, but he don't know.... That I dug my key...{/i}
The chorus continued and Gordon's grin got wider. He was lapping this performance up like a cat that got into the cream!
Alan had parked himself close to Nikki and was enjoying her reaction to her friend's singing.
Scott was leaning back against the wall, legs crossed in front of him. A grin was on his face as he shook his head in almost disbelief. 'Almost' because he knew, when given a dare or challenge, Frankie Collins usually didn't disappoint.
"This is one of your pilots?" Scott turned to the red-haired who'd appeared at his side. He had to laugh at the look on Heather's face.
"Yes, ma'am, I'm afraid it is!" They both looked back toward Elise who was near the end of the song.
I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl, 'cause the next time that he cheats...
Oh you know it won't be on me....
Ohh, no, not on me....
The applause was instant, along with catcalls and whistles, courtesy of a certain red-head Tracy son. Elise took a mock bow, thanked her 'fans' and handed the microphone to Nikki. "Your turn!"
Nikki's expression was priceless.
Post by FrankieCTB2 on 2/26/2007
  
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