Mindy had been waiting for this concert for months. So when the announcer came over the loudspeaker and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Tammy Sweet!” she nearly leapt out of her skin with joy.
When Tammy took center stage under the spotlight’s glare, the gigantic crowd went nuts, but nobody screamed louder or more enthusiastically than Mindy. “Isn’t she amazing, Danny?” she yelled to her date.
Danny nodded robotically. “Yeah, just great. For two hundred bucks a ticket, she better be amazing.” Mindy laughed, then brought her attention back to the stage, watching her favorite singer’s every move, the snake-like dance she did at the start of the song, the shimmy of her hips, and, of course, that soft, seductive voice. Tammy was everything Mindy wanted to be.
For the rest of the evening, everybody else in the arena disappeared as far as Mindy was concerned. Even her date, Danny faded away as Tammy Sweet seemed to aim her achingly pretty voice at her and only her. By the end of the show, she was bouncing around, screaming for more.
Her date was a little less enthusiastic. On the car ride home, he rolled his eyes when Mindy could only talk about one thing: Tammy Sweet. “What I love most about her music is that her songs are all about taking control of your life instead of just being a passive victim, you know what I mean?”
“Yeah, that’s great,” Danny groaned. “Mindy, would you like to –“
“And another great thing about her is that she’s so confident in her beauty and her strength. I’m telling you if I had a daughter, I’d want her to grow up to be just like Tammy Sweet.”
Danny smiled and stared at her…
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