DORIS I shook with stage fright. It was more anxiety than I should have. My mouth felt as dry as the desert. Being socially awkward by nature, the idea of singing in front of such a crowded club seemed unthinkable. I forced myself to sing as the band started playing, but the sound that came out made me grimace with self-awareness. Even though I was anxious, I was aware that I was off-key. The audience's response was immediate and ruthless. “Boo! Boo!” A chorus of disapproving jeers and boos pierced through the air like sharpened arrows. “Get off the stage, lady! You can’t sing!” It was a dagger to my already fragile confidence, threatening to shatter the little resolve I had left. No, Doris, I told myself. You can do it. My heartbeat pounded loud in my ears. Doubt flooded me. “Don’t doubt your abilities,” I told myself firmly. “Try ag
DORISOn the day morning of the interview, I felt pretty good.Running into Arthur at the club was really wonderful, even if I only saw him for a few minutes.The club let me take home the flowers from on the bar that Arthur had presented to me.It reminded me of the roses he gave me earlier and made me feel cherished.Nina insisted on meeting me for an early breakfast. When I got to the diner, it was clear Nina's reason for making sure I came to breakfast with her was so she could pump me up.She really was a great friend.When it was time to leave for the interview, I left a little early to make sure I had plenty of time.Like so often during the past days, I dreamed of Arthur as I rode the subway to my destination. I don’t know what I expected the first day I approached him in the club, but I never expected he would turn into someone who believed in me. 
DORISThe HR lady led me to the top of the building and into a fancy corner office with floor-to-ceiling windows. There were impressive views of New York City on both sides.There was a big executive chair, but the back was to me, and I couldn't see who was in it.“Arthur?” I asked quietly.He turned around with a big Cheshire grin on his face.“Surprise!”I gasped. “What are you doing here?”He opened his arms wide to gesture that this was his office.“You’re the boss of Heritage Properties?”“And the owner of BelleBelle Luxury Boutique, and the CEO of AmeriCapital.”My mouth fell open in shock. “Is this some kind of joke?”His expression softened. “No joke, Doris.”I couldn’t believe it. Yet he looked like he was telling me the truth.“Wh-Why didn’t you tell me before?”"You assumed I was a s
DORIS The money was too good to pass up, but more importantly, I couldn’t turn Arthur down when he was looking at me with such hope.“Okay, Arthur, I’ll do it.”His smile lit up the room. He stood up like he was going to hug me, but I motioned him back in his seat."What about Cathy? Won't she be upset if she discovers the truth?" I asked.Arthur sighed, his gaze drifting into the distance. "Like I said, Cathy left when Mia was just a baby. Cathy is all about her music, and she hasn't visited or shown a significant interest in six years."“Wow.”“Yeah.”“She’s lucky she had you to take over.”“I’m lucky I ended up with Mia, so it all worked out. But Mia is getting older and now she needs a mother figure.”“Hmmn,” I said, and nodded to show I was listening. “I get that.”“This last surgery was really hard on her emotionally. Having her dad arou
DORISMia talked a mile a minute, telling me about school, dance lessons, and her friends. She showed me her favorite toys and books.“I keep this picture by my bed, and I kiss it goodnight every night before I go to sleep.” Mia demonstrated by picking up the photo in the silver frame and giving the glass a loud, smacking kiss.Inside the frame was an old picture of Cathy. She had on a big floppy hat and sunglasses that covered most of her face. It was taken at sunset, and she was partially in shadow.Even so, I could see her beauty. I could also see how much I resembled her.Mia kissed the photo again and put it back on her dresser.“I missed you too, Mia. I thought about you every day.”“You did?”“Absolutely. I never would have been gone if I didn’t have to. And I’m going to be here every weekend from now on.”“You are?”“I am.”
DORISIt was my first full week at Heritage Properties. They assigned me a mentor named Kate. That's more than Andrea's firm ever did for me.Kate was a great teacher. She let me follow her around all week. Because Heritage Properties mostly covered a different section of Manhattan and properties in a much higher price range, the commissions were bigger.It also meant I needed a newer and more upscale wardrobe.I called Nina and asked her to go shopping with me.Of course, the first words out of Nina’s mouth were, “How many times have you had sex with Mystery Man since I’ve seen you last? Is he as good in bed since the one time you paid him?” She frowned. “You’re not still paying him, are you?”I gave her a light, playful slap on the arm as we entered the clothing store Nina picked. “Keep your voice down.”“One,” I answered her, “Zero times.” I held up my fingers for each question I
ARTHURI watched as Doris sat on the edge of Mia’s bed, reading to my precious daughter.“Goodnight moon, goodnight spoon,” Doris said.“Goodnight moon, goodnight spoon,” Mia repeated.“Goodnight goon, goodnight monsoon,” Doris said.“It doesn’t say that!” Mia exclaimed and giggled.“How do you know?” Doris asked, holding the book playfully away from Mia. “Are you reading? You don’t even know how to read. You’re only three years old.”“Mommy,” Mia said and rolled her eyes. “I’m seven! And you know I can read.” Mia pointed toward the book. That does not say ‘monsoon.’“So what does it say?” Doris asked.I stepped away from the doorway, content. I had hoped that Doris would be a good mother figure to Mia, but this was so much more. It warmed my heart.I opened my computer to look over some financials from one of AmeriCapital’s foreign invest
DORISThe next day came, and Mia started nagging us again.“Mommy! I want to see you perform at the club. I want to see you sing,” she said.She said it over and over. She was relentless.Even when she wasn’t asking, the request floated in the air. There was no way I could bring her to The Strip that late at night.Still, she wanted it so much I wanted to fulfill her request."Hey, sweet girl. I have an idea."I had a solution after considering several options.I walked into the living room and said, "Mia," as she was absorbed in a coloring book. I've come up with a way you can see me sing.”She looked at me with wide eyes. "Seriously, Mommy? How?""We can set up a live video feed from the club to our penthouse," I said. "You can watch me sing, but just for the first song. It will be like you're right there with me."Mia's cheeks glowed with happ
DORIS I found myself standing in a rehearsal studio. The bandmates I hadn't seen in years came in, one after another. The reunion was surreal and emotional. We were all out of practice, but ready to make music once more.I looked at Arthur, who I knew had to leave in a few minutes. I still had one last second where I couldn’t believe he had worked so hard to contact my old bandmates and rent this nice music studio.I looked at Arthur. My heart was full of gratitude. "You did all this?" I asked again. "For me?"A playful smile tugged at his lips. "For us, Doris. I want to see you shine, to witness the joy on your face as you reclaim your passion."Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to overflow. It was as if Arthur had unearthed a part of me that I had buried deep within, the part that craved the stage, the lights, and the music that had once defined me.Overwhelmed with emotions, I embraced