get too involved…”
Thorne held up
his hand, halting the lecture. “Are they here yet?”
“No, not yet.
Did you want to see them before they go on?”
“No, not unless
it’s necessary,” Thorne said, rising to his feet.
“Fine, then
we’ll just keep it at their performance, you know neither of them likes to chat
on TV,” Vance said, as he walked out leaving Thorne alone with his thoughts.
Why had he been
willing to accept that in Regan, but not Loretta? Insisting on chatting with a
star who was known only for her singing, not her personal appearances? And
making her wait two hours when he didn’t have to, just to prove he was in
charge? Making her nervous , he suddenly realized. She hadn’t been
answering him in monosyllables because she was angry. She hated interviews!
Just because she was comfortable performing, didn’t mean she was comfortable in
the interview chair. She almost never gave interviews. And he’d blown it. Regan
had quickly informed him early on that interviews made her uncomfortable, she’d
understood the need for them initially, but as time went on and the questions
became naturally more intrusive, he’d simply introduced her, and allowed her to
sing. That was where she was the most comfortable, on stage with her microphone
and the music.
Just like
Loretta.
After the show,
he would try again, he would talk to Regan. She was willing to come here, so
she obviously didn’t hate him. But Loretta? He realized he had some apologizing
to do. He sat down with pen and paper, and wrote as only one celebrity to
another could truly understand. Of the unwitting toll the business had taken on
him.
***
“Are you ready
for this, Regan?” Loretta asked, smiling at her protégé.
“As ready as
I’ll ever be!” Regan admitted, she couldn’t believe how quickly she had become
accustomed to the cameras and audiences, though she was able to tune out everything
once she began to sing. But it wasn’t the cameras and the performance Loretta
was really asking her about.
“You still love
him?”
“I think I
always will,” Regan sighed sadly.
“Life can be
very short, Regan, don’t hold onto your anger whatever you do.”
“But he’s so
pig-headed!” Regan exclaimed.
“He thought he
was bossing you about for your own good, taking care of you. It’s a rough
business.”
Regan sighed and
looked at her new friend. “How did you get to be so wise, Loretta?”
“The hard way,”
Loretta answered ruefully.
“I should go and
talk to him…”
A tap at the
door alerted Regan she was going on in a few minutes. Loretta would join her
after her first song.
“Later,” Loretta
said, with a soft smile. “Don’t worry these things have a way of working
themselves out when you love someone.”
As soon as Regan
strode out of the green room to join Thorne on the set, Jenny appeared, handing
Loretta an envelope. “Miss Lindstrom, I apologize, I have a note for you. I
meant to give it to you earlier…”
Loretta nodded
her thanks and took the note from Thorne. She read his words with a knowing
smile.
Chapter Six
The lights went
up, and Thorne introduced Regan, then simply seated himself in the custom made leather
and velvet chairs. He knew the cameras were rolling, taking in every nuance of
his expression, as well as sweeping the audience for their enthralled reactions
when Regan began to sing. And then, after her first song, with a delightful
fanfare of emotion, Regan announced Loretta was here to sing with her. The
audience went completely wild.
Loretta strode
out onto the stage, taking Regan’s hand in hers, they sang the song everyone
had loved hearing Regan sing for the first time here, the one that had also
made Loretta famous many years earlier. It will always be you . Regan’s
voice blended in perfect harmony with Loretta’s. It was being rereleased as a
duet and played continually on every radio station.
When the
applause died down, Loretta took the microphone.