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my fears and settled into the feel of the song. I loved the blues, and it showed in my stage presence. Trevor always said I'm the blackest white girl he knows.
    I scanned the faces in the coffee shop as I sang. Most of the guests stopped what they were doing to look at me, which only fueled my desire to give them a show. Up until the time I took the stage, there had been no vocals at all, so the novelty of having a singer up there had every eye in the house trained on me. I loved it. As I sang, I looked around the room, taking in the expressions of everyone I saw. Some of the people who'd come with us (including, but not limited to Gretchen and Josh) were slack-jawed with shock. I sent them all a smile as the sax player went into his solo and I turned away from the crowd to watch him do his thing. He was really good. He winked at me and set me up for the little exchange that the singer and sax have on Nina Simone's version of the song. I picked up his cue and began singing to him. He and I had our musical exchange as we brought the song to a close.
    I faced the crowd again, hung the microphone back on the stand , and took a slight bow. The whole place started clapping, which was a little startling considering that up until then, the applause had been pretty quiet.
    The sax player leaned over and put his arm around me. "You got another one in you?" he asked.
    I smiled up at him. "I'll let you guys get back to it, but thanks so much for inviting me up here."
    I gave a little wave to each member of the band before I started toward my seat. "You come back any time, darlin," the piano player said, and I waved and blew him a kiss at the sweet offer.
    Rachel, Gretchen, and the rest of the gang (most of them, anyway) were all wearing huge smiles when I made my way toward the couch, greeting me like I'd just made an inspiring speech or something. Gretchen was the first to speak. She basically yelled across the room before I was even halfway back to our spot. "I am officially making you move to Los Angeles," she said. "I don’t care if I have to beg, borrow, or steal. You're coming to work with me at The Center."
    I sat down on the couch, which now had plenty of room since some of our group had left.
    "I can't believe you didn't tell her you love to sing," Rachel said looking at me. "She plays the guitar too."
    "Not well," I corrected. "I'm still a beginner at that, but I love it and I'm getting better."
    "Seriously," Gretchen said, grabbing my forearm with an earnest expression, "I need you to think about coming to L.A. I think you belong at my school. We need you."
    I returned her sincere expression. "I'm giving it some thought, I promise."
    That was good enough for her. She smiled and looked at Joel. "Have you ever heard such a cool voice?" she asked.
    " It is a nice voice," Joel said giving me a sweet smile.
    As much as I enjoyed putting myself out there, I was somewhat awk ward with receiving compliments. That, coupled with the scowl coming from Josh's general direction made me feel like I was in the mood for a restroom break. I excused myself, saying I'd be right back. Rachel offered to come with me, but I told her I'd be fine. I crossed the busy coffee shop in search of the ladies room, thinking about everything that had just transpired.
    Everyone in our group had given me compliments or at least approving looks—everyone except for Josh. He was stone-faced the entire time I was on stage, and when I came to the table, he was even worse. It was almost as if he was angry. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd done something to upset him. I figured he was probably put off by people who wanted to be the center of attention, and punished us by scowling the whole time. That would normally have been no big deal. Any other time, I would have just ignored someone like that and thought of them as a hater, but for some reason, I cared what Josh thought. It hurt me that he obviously didn't approve of what I'd done up there.
    I was still a