"Night, Frank," I said. "I'll see you when I see you?"

He laughed. "Yes; you will."

I smiled. "Thanks, again."

"You just sing your ass off on stage and we'll call it even," Frank said, standing up to see me off.

I laughed. "That's a deal."

"You ready?" Craig asked, already at the door.

"Sure," I said as I grabbed my guitar case and followed Craig out.

As we walked into the foyer, Bobbie Jo had already left. Craig held the front door ...