Regrets

Stand and Deliver

WARNING: Sexual themes and references in this chapter. If you are fourteen or younger (though, if you're that age, you shouldn't be watching movies like The Expendables), and decide to read anyway, please read with caution. If there is something you do not understand at some point, no matter what your age, please skip through the chapter till I type in bold italicized letters that you may begin reading again. This also goes along with the fact that you may not want to read a sexual themed or referenced to spot, depending on how you are (I understand, since I don't like reading sex scenes- THERE WILL BE NONE. JUST REFERENCES TO THE SONG.) You may read the beginning, look for the first sign, then skip ahead to the second sign. In between the two signs, is where there are sexual references. Thank you, and look out for the BOLD, ITALICIZED, WORD ALL IN CAPS JUST LIKE THIS.

1976. (This is not the sign.)

"Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin?!" the two men questioned at the same time.

Alexandra smirked a bit. "Yeah," she answered, "Why? Is that a problem?"

"No," Tool stuttered, "It's just that it's not the most ladylike song."

"Hell, guys shouldn't even do it sometimes," Barney commented.

Alexandra rolled her eyes. "Look, I know what I'm doing. I was in a band for four years; we released four studio albums, believe it or not. We also played live gigs all over New York and New Jersey. And we covered Led Zeppelin songs all the time when we performed.

Alexandra wanted to sing the song. It was a song that meant so much to her. While it was not the most Kosher song around- none were anymore, though- the story behind it meant a great deal to her. The erotic song by the British rock band was the first song that she and Frank had ever danced to together at some dance club that you didn't need to be eighteen or over for, and he asked her to dance with him for the first time while that song had been playing. Of course, she wouldn't tell those two strangers all of that- you couldn't always trust people with such private information, not in the business the three of them were getting into.

"Why that song?" Barney asked curiously.

Alexandra was hesitant. "I really like it a lot," she tried, and headed up toward the stage.

Tool and Barney exchanged looks of question and even slight confusion. Alexandra got up from her seat and went to the man operating the karaoke machine and lyrics for those who entered. She claimed that she was the name that had been called, and confirmed the song. He questioned her whether that was really the song that she wanted to sing, in which her response was an eye roll and a sassy remark. She then walked up onto the stage and began to adjust the microphone.

THIS IS THE FIRST SIGN. PLEASE SKIP TO THE NEXT SIGN IF YOU READ THE WARNING AT THE BEGINNING.

"Girls' should sing Led Zeppelin," a man from one of the tables called out.

Alexandra located the man and gave him a stern look. "Excuse me?" she questioned in an annoyed tone.

"Girls' can't sing Led Zeppelin," the man repeated.

She placed her hands on her hips. "And why not?"

"It's not a song for a girl to sing."

"Why not?"

"Girls' can't fake like they're havin' an orgasm like that. Not convincingly anyway."

There were two different reactions from those in the audience: agreement from all the men present, and some kind of disagreement from every woman present- mostly laughter and the shaking of heads. The men all gave the women strange looks, nonverbally questioning what they all thought was funny.