Page 127 of One Last Shot

The band had already fired up the intro, and he took the mic.

Boo couldn’t move, his tenor thrumming through her...

“In the dust of a heartbreak, I’m standin’ tall.

Lost the girl I love, and Itook the fall.

Her love slipped away like a river’s flow.

Now I’m left here wonderin’ if I'll ever know.”

What?

“Well, well,” said Doyle.

“Oh, the nights are long, and the days are cold.

Regret’s a heavy burden that I can’t seem to hold.

I’m prayin’ for a chance, a glimmer of hope,

But deep down inside, I fear I’ll never cope.”

“Sounds like you made an impression,” said her mother.

Boo slid onto a bench. “This can’t be right...”

The camera panned in, close up, and Oaken stared at it like he might be staring into her soul.

“I see her in my dreams, dancin’ in the rain.

Her laughter echoes, drivin’ me insane.

I wish I could turn back time, change the past,

But all that’s left are memories fadin’ fast.”

“There was no dancing in the rain,” Boo said.

Her mother slid her a cup of coffee as he sang the bridge.

“I reach out to the stars, beggin’ for a sign,

Hopin’ she’ll hear this broken heart of mine.

If only I could find the words to say,

Maybe she’d come back to me one day.”

The door opened and shut, and her father said, “What’s going on?”

Boo glanced at him. He wore a jean jacket,a gimme cap, his white hair full and curling out of it. He’d shaved and smelled like Old Spice.

“That’s Oaken,” said Doyle. “He’s singing about Boo.”

“He is not,” Boo said, but stopped talking to hear the next verse.

“As the sun sets on this lonely town,