He stopped, and tried to see beyond the spotlight, but saw no one, but the voice was ”Eric, sing for me!”
Erin turned to face the voice man for a moment, and took a few steps towards the edge of the stage, and let her eyes wander around, at the drunken bachelor party, at the laughing young people, and then stopped on a woman she hadn’t noticed before.
She uttered the same phrase she had always uttered in this situation, silently, and sang.
Now you say you’re lonely
You cried the long night through
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
Now you say you’re sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried, cried, cried a river over you…
He sang, as he had sung at Wilmette 35 years ago, to himself, to Momma and only because he loved performing.
She was herself, and refused to be anything small.
And no one threw anything, interrupted, shouted or laughed, this time the fucking clowns kept their mouths shut.