Page 71 of The Girl with No Name

Shit,these drugs.What aride.

I look back out at the crowd.

We don’t need Tennessee whiskey

And we don’t need California wine

All I need is you in my arms

To get high, high, high, high

We’ll dance in the living room till four a.m.

I know you can be my lover, baby

Can you be my best friend?

Luna sings beautifully, coming through on stage as if she’s done this a million times.

A profound feeling of awe hits me. What kind of twenty-something girl gets up on stage in front of tens of thousands of people and performs like it’s no big deal?

Whoisshe?

I look out into the sea of people again, wondering where Dunn is, out there with snooty Randy, proving to him that we’re the band.

I grin broadly, wondering if he’s surprised we actually pulled it off.

Nah. Dunn knew we’d do it. He’s not a doubter.

Toes in the river on a sunny afternoon

I got all I need—me, myself, and you

We laughed and we danced as it started to pour

You began to run; what’d you do that for?

Cuz, baby,

We don’t need Tennessee whiskey

And we don’t need California wine

All I need is you in my arms

To get high, high, high, high

We’ll dance in the living room till four a.m.

I know you can be my lover, baby

Can you be my best friend?

The band launches into their iconic jam, first with the violin, then the trumpet, and finally I see Henry Cooney appear on stage with his electric guitar, pumping out an insane solo. The crowd goes nuts before we sing the last verse.

We’re gettin’ older, and after all this time

I’m still yours, and you’re still mine