We got all the musical talent we need. But what we lack is exactly the bill you'll fill, Georgie.
Julia Dream smiled and licked her ruby red lips. I was so shocked at Bill's invitation and his dauntless confidence that I had a role to play that I didn't notice that she was smiling at me in a totally different light. Rex and Tex the Younger and Dolly and Sue were up on their feet, up in arms about him inviting me along at all. I can't say I blamed them. After all, I was just some green kid who'd climbed up and wandered into the bar and gone ga-ga for the bartender. To be honest, the Treetop Bar was the farthest I'd ever traveled in my entire life.
When I asked Himself what it was he thought I could do, he told me he needed a driver. But, He said, it's more than just driving.
When you drive for a hard driving rockabilly band, He said, you're a driver. You're a roadie. You're security. Sometimes you're an entertainment wrangler.
Himself leaned forward and pointed his bottle of Sioux City Sarsaparilla. He smiled and his teeth shone like razors. I ain't gonna lie, Georgie. I won't ever lie and I'll never steer you wrong. There's all kinds of romantic bullshit out there about being on the road with a band. Some of it's true. Some of it's shine. But you'll figure that out for yourself. If you've got the balls to drive a 1959 Caddy Eldorado with more horses than Pancho Villa.
Everyone in the bar -- Rex and Tex the Younger, Dolly, Sue, and Julia Dream -- were all looking at me. Himself took a big swig and drained his sarsaparilla. It was like he knew before I could chicken shit out and say no.
Get him ready, Julia. Times burning on both ends and the road to rhinestone glory waits for no one.
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