“What lake?”
“Lake Michigan?” she said, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. “One of the Great Lakes?”
“Is it really great? Or is it just a good or average lake?”
She laughed at my lame joke, a deep and full-throated rumble that was startling coming from such a petite frame. “It’s gorgeous and…huge. It’s kind of like here, in fact.”
“Are there beaches?”
“Actually, yes. They don’t have the perfect white sand or palm trees, but they can get crowded in the summer. There can even be pretty big waves sometimes.”
“Is that where you went to college, too?”
“No. I went to Indiana University.”
“And let me guess. This trip is a graduation gift from your parents before you have to head off into the real world?”
“Impressive,” she said as she raised an eyebrow. “You must have figured that out sometime between yesterday and just now, which means you’ve been thinking about me.” Though I didn’t respond, I didn’t have to. Busted, I thought. “But, yes, you’re right,” she went on. “I think they felt bad because I had to deal with all that Covid stuff, which made school pretty crappy for a while. And obviously they’re thrilled I graduated, so they booked a trip for me and my friends.”
“I’m surprised the four of you didn’t want to go to Miami. St. Pete Beach is a bit off the beaten path.”
“I love this place,” she said with a shrug. “My family used to come here every year when I was growing up, and we always stayed at the Don.” She stared at me with open curiosity. “But how about you? How long have you lived here?”
“I don’t live here. I’m visiting from North Carolina. I just came down to play at Bobby T’s for a few weeks.”
“Is that what you do? Travel and perform?”
“No,” I said. “It’s the first time I’ve ever done something like this.”
“Then how did you end up playing here?”
“I played at a party back home, and in a weird coincidence, the booker for Bobby T’s happened to be visiting a friend in town and heard me play. Anyway, afterward he asked whether I’d be willing to come down to do a few shows. I’d have to pay my own travel and lodging, but it was a chance to visit Florida and the schedule isn’t too demanding.” I shrugged. “I think he was surprised when I said yes.”
“Why?”
“After expenses I probably won’t break even, but it’s a nice excuse to get away.”
“The crowd seemed to like you.”
“I think they’d be happy with anyone,” I demurred.
“And I think you’re selling yourself short. A lot of women in the crowd were staring at you with googly eyes.”
“Googly?”
“You know what I mean. When one of them went up to talk to you after your set, I thought she was going to try to grope you right there.”
“I doubt it,” I said. In all candor, I could barely remember talking to anyone after the show.
“So where did you learn to sing?” she asked. “Did you take lessons or were you in a band or…?”
“I was in a band when I was in high school.” I gave her a brief rundown of my unglamorous stint with the post-punk crew.
“Did the lead singer ever make it?” she asked, laughing. “In Los Angeles?”
“If he did, I’m not aware of it.”
“Did you play at venues like Bobby T’s?”