Guest blogger: Loralee Anderson, character from MURDER ON MUSIC ROW
It’s about doggone time she let me start posting again. I never did get why she got her panties in a wad and pulled us off like she did without even a hoot or a holler as to what we’d done. The others said it was me, but if it was me why’d she pull them too? I reckon that answers that.
Everybody’s been freezing there kahoonies off up here in Nashville while I’ve been down in south Florida singing with a little house band all winter. I guess it more rightly would be called a shack band or beach band ‘cause there weren’t a house anywhere near us, but you could get a cold one or three and listen to our music until the wee hours of the morning. And look at this tan. Well, I guess you can’t see it, can you? You’ll just have to trust me when I tell you it’s pretty spectacular and it’s all over, if you know what I mean.
I didn’t get paid nothing but a place to stay and tips, but the tips were decent and the place to stay was better than nothing. At least it had air conditioning and a T.V. Because we performed at night I had all day to sit by the pool and relax. I met some girls who had a condo with a rooftop pool and I hung out with them a bunch. We pretty much had the place to ourselves most days. It felt like we was living the lives of the rich and famous—until I had to go back to my little dump to get ready for my sets. I ain’t complaining. Work’s work and I was glad to have it.
I better stop. You know the pre-post lecture about word count and cussing and all that jazz. Goodness gracious it’s good to be back. Take care…you hear?
Note from Kay: My friend and former guest blogger, Phoenix Sullivan, has just released her Extinct Anthology e-book. Extinct Doesn’t Mean Forever Check it out!