do you know for an encore?’
‘What makes you think there will be an encore?’ she said, her expression sullen again.
I controlled the urge to slap her.
‘We’ll keep to the old ones. Do you know
‘Yes.’
That was the one. With that loud, silver tone she would really knock them with that.
‘Fine.’ I looked at my watch. It was getting on for quarter past seven. ‘I’ll be right back. You get changed. See you in about an hour.’
I went over to the door and took the key.
‘Just so you don’t get ideas of running away, baby, I’m going to lock you in.’
‘I won’t run away.’
‘I’ll take care you don’t.’
Going out, I shut the door and locked it.
I delivered the neon sign to Rusty and told him I wouldn’t be in that evening.
He stared at me and began scratching his head in an embarrassed way.
‘Look, Jeff, it’s time we had a little talk. Your piano playing isn’t appreciated here. I can’t go on paying you thirty bucks a week. Look, be sensible and go home. The life you’re leading here is no good to you. Anyway, I can’t keep you on. I’m getting a juke box. This is your last week.’
I grinned at him.
‘Okay, Rusty. I know you mean well, but I’m not going home. The next time you see me I’ll be riding in a Cadillac.’
I wasn’t worried about losing the thirty bucks a week. I was certain Rima would be in the money in a few weeks. With that voice she couldn’t miss. I was sure of it.
I called up Willy Floyd and told him I was bringing Rima for him to hear around half past nine.
He said all right, but he didn’t sound enthusiastic. Then I went back to the rooming-house, unlocked Rima’s door, and looked in.
She was lying on the bed, asleep.
There was plenty of time so I let her sleep and going into my room, I shaved and put on a clean shirt.
I took my tuxedo from the closet and spent a little time sponging and pressing it. It was on its last legs, but it would have to do until I got enough money to buy another.
At a quarter to nine I went into her room and woke her up.
‘Okay, champ,’ I said. ‘Get moving. You have half an hour.’
She seemed pretty listless, and I could see it was an effort for her to drag herself off the bed.
Maybe she really was hungry, I thought. I couldn’t expect her to give a performance if she was as bad as she looked.
‘I’ll send Carrie out for a sandwich,’ I said. ‘It’ll be up here by the time you’re dressed.’
‘Anything you say.’
Her indifference began to worry me. I left her as she began to strip off her jeans. I went down to where Carrie was airing herself on the doorstep.
I asked her to get me a chicken sandwich.
She came back with it in a paper bag about ten minutes later and I took it into Rima’s room.
Rima had got her dress on and was sitting staring at herself in the fly blown mirror. I dropped the bag into her lap, but she brushed it off, grimacing.
‘I don’t want it.’
‘For the love of Mike…!’
I caught hold of her arms and hauled her to her feet and gave her a hard little shake.
‘Snap out of it, will you! You’re going to sing tonight! This is your big chance! Come on! Eat this goddam sandwich. You’re always moaning about your hunger! Well, go ahead and eat it!’
She picked up the bag, took out the sandwich and began to nibble at it. When she got to the chicken she hurriedly put the sandwich down.
‘If I eat any more, I’ll throw up.’
I ate the sandwich myself.
‘You make me tired,’ I said with my mouth full. ‘There are times when I wish I’d never met you.
Well, come on! Let’s go. I told Willy we would be there at half past nine.’
Still eating, I stepped back and looked at her. She looked like a fragile ghost as white as old ivory with dark smudges under her eyes, but in spite of that, she did manage to look interesting and sexy.
We went down the stairs and out onto the street.
It was a hot night, but as she brushed against me, walking down the street, I could feel she was trembling.
‘What’s the matter with you?’ I demanded. ‘Are you cold? What is it?’
‘Nothing.’
She suddenly sneezed violently.
‘Cut that out, will you?’ I yelled at hex. ‘You’ve got to sing tonight!’
‘Anything you say.’
I was getting fed up with her, but I kept thinking of that voice. If she began to sneeze all over Willy Floyd, she would make one hell of a hit with him.
We got on a street car and rode down to 10th Street. The car was full and she was pressed up hard against me. Every now and then I felt her thin body quiver into a shaking fit. She began to worry me.
‘Are you all right?’ I asked her. ‘You’ll be able to sing, won’t you?’
‘I’m all right. Leave me alone!’
The Blue Rose was crammed with the usual hard-bitten bunch of near-successful, near-honest business men, the near-beautiful floosies, the bit players from the Studios and a sprinkling of gangsters out for an evening’s relaxation.
The band was playing a slick line of hot swing. Waiters were chasing and sweating, and the atmosphere was thick enough to lean on.
I shoved Rima ahead of me until we reached Willy’s office. I knocked, opened the door and moved her inside.
Willy was cleaning his nails, his feet on his desk. He looked up and scowled at us.
‘Hi, Willy,’ I said. ‘Here we are. Meet Rima Marshall.’
Willy stared at her and nodded. His small eyes went over her and he grimaced.
‘When do we go on?’ I asked.
He shrugged.
‘I don’t care. Now, if you like.’ He lowered his feet to the floor. ‘Are you sure she’s good? She doesn’t look all that hot to me.’
With an unexpected flash of spirit, Rima said, ‘I didn’t ask to come here…’
‘Pipe down,’ I said. ‘I’m handling this.’ To Willy, I said, ‘Just wait. For that crack, she’s going to cost you a hundred.’
Willy laughed.
‘Boy! She would have to be something for me to part with that kind of money. Well, come on. Let’s hear what she can do.’
We went out into the restaurant and stood around in the semi-darkness until the band stopped playing.
Then Willy went up onto the dias. He told the boys to take a rest, and then he announced Rima.
He didn’t give her much of a build up. He said here was a little girl who would like to sing a couple of songs. Then he waved his hands to us, and we were set to go.
‘As loud as you like,’ I said to Rima and I sat down at the piano.
