Eddy, Jenny, Charlie and June and their kids arrived. Bobbie put coffee on. The kids wanted to see the kitten who was in the laundry room with his bed and littler box staying out of the way. They liberated him and were chasing him around and Charlie cornered Bobbie. “So this Ambrose, is he the real deal? It’s odd, that it happened so fast.”

“Don’t worry dear, I just wanted you all to get comfortable with the idea of him. He’s got to go back to Cap City For Monday and I won’t see him for a while.”

“Well what about George; I was getting to like him?”

“His dad is dating Mom now, I can’t think about him that way.”

“Fair point. I’ll take Grandma and Dean their coffee.” He went out to the living room and said. “Everyone else, can go get their own coffee.”

June came out and said. “Can I steal some of that veggie pizza, I just couldn’t stomach the chili at the festival. We’ve passed 3 months and I am suffering a little but we have a healthy pregnancy. I can’t believe you are dating Ambrose Hennessy, he is so handsome, and so important!”

Bobbie hugged her. “I’m so happy for you and Charlie!”

Trixie came out. “Greg and Hen and I are having special coffees.” And reached into the liquor cabinet.

Barb arrived at the door. “Bobbie, I’m so sorry I didn’t get to the morning show, we had a fundraiser at the school that I couldn’t miss.”

“It’s OK Barb. A lot happened, we have a big show tonight with believe it or not Tate Cowell. Also I think Trixie is trying to get my new boyfriend drunk and is getting a bit tipsy in the process.

“Tate Cowell, Bobbie you’ve been singing his songs since I’ve known you. What’s it like meeting an idol?”

”It was really unnerving at first but he’s just a regular guy, I guess.”

“Well, you’ll be great tonight and I haven’t seen Trixie tipsy for a long time!”

Soon the coffee pot was empty and Bobbie put another one on and went into her room to pick her outfit for the show.

Brose came in and sat on the bed. “How are you doing Bobbie, are you nervous for tonight. I think your friend is trying to get me drunk. She scares me a bit, did you know when she quit her firm she almost got the county’s credit rating lowered?”

“Brose, you must be exaggerating!”

“Maybe, but it did rock the financial world a little.”

“I’m lucky to have her, what do you think about this outfit?” She said, coming out of the closet.

She wore Black velvet gaucho pants and high leather boots with low heels. She had a silk blouse with fluffy sleeves and a tight black velvet vest over it. “I’ll wear big silver hoops and chains and a lot of silver bangles.”

“Wow Bobbie, you look perfect. You’ll have to tell me the story of all your jewellery sometime” He got up, kissed her and went back out into the living room.

She puttered around and did her makeup, relaxed on the bed a few minutes and soon it was time to go back to the festival. She got up and filled a water bottle. “Come on Jamie, we’ll go down and get Tate and head over.” And they went out the door and down the stairs. Jamie went around back to get the car and Bobbie knocked on Tate’s door.

Johnny was there. “We were just coming up to get you. You look great Bobbie. Are you psyched or what?”

Jamie rolled around with the car and they jumped in. They drove over to the grounds, around back by the stage and got out. The sun was sinking into twilight and Bobbie went over and shooed people out of their reserved section. She saw Harry. “Come join us over here Harry.” Barb showed up with Eddy and Charlie. Charlie said. “June and Jen took the kids home and we get to see the show.”

“Harry this is Barb, one of my best friends and these are my two sons Eddy and Charlie. This is Harry Rogers and he is a police detective from Cid City that just got transferred here.”

Bobbie went over to the coffee stall and said. “Hi Ben how was business today? Can you squeeze one more coffee out of your pot. It’s for the sound guy.”

“Hi Bobbie, I’m packing up to watch the show. Business was great, I could come here regularly if this was a farm type market. I can take the sound guy his coffee.”

“Thanks.” Said Bobbie and she made her way to the stage. She glanced over and saw Brose and Trixie and Greg. Trixie was two seats behind Harry so she was discretely pouring drinks from a thermos for the three of them.

Bobbie hopped up on Stage and Johnny stepped up to the mike. Bobbie bent to get her guitar and whispered to Jamie. “I guess we’re the opening act.”

They played almost an hour and had the crowd on their feet dancing. They took a bow and played one more and then stepped back stage. After a few beats Johnny stepped back out.

“Hey everyone, We are proud to invite a very special, respected and accomplished musician to the festival stage right now. I give you Tate Cowell!

The crowd cheered and Tate stepped into the light. “Thank you everyone. I am happy to be here tonight with some new acoustic backup and have some very exciting new arrangements for my songs. I hope you like it! I’d like to start with my biggest hit ‘Never Together’.”

They played 4 of his songs and the crowd loved it.

Back in the seats Brose was talking to Trixie. “She has such a connection with Johnny and now Tate. I really have never been a jealous man. I think I’m just worried we won’t ever have that kind of connection.”

“You’re smart Brose, you’ll figure it out, besides Bobbie is the most loyal person I know. I mean, the root of it all is she wants everyone to be happy. You’ll never get her to move to Cap City because then we would be unhappy. Her staff would be unhappy too. Bobbie saved each and every one of them and they would walk through fire for her.”

“Did she save you?”

“She literally saved me from drowning when we were children.”

“I see. How did she save the cook?”

“Do you want me to tell you how she saved everyone?”

“I think I do.”

Trixie rambled on about Effie and Rose and Mark, Quinn, Roger and Drey and even George and Greg.

“I see. What about your friend Barb?”

“Barb had a miserable stepmom and Bobbie got her father to let Barb live with them for grade 12.”

“OK so I fell in love with a saint with a saviour complex.”

“Mr. Hennessy did you just say you are in love? And how is Bobbie saving you?”

Brose nodded grimly. This conversation was making him panic. He hoped he knew what he was doing. He looked up and saw her coming across the festival grounds and he smiled.

She first went over to Barb and Harry to thank them for coming. Then she came to them and whispered. “Hello my drunk lovelies I think I need to get you home.”

She got them all to the car and half way through the 3 minute ride Greg said “I don’t feel so good”

They made it to the motel. Bobbie parked and escorted Greg to the side of the parking lot and rubbed his back as he got sick. “Well, better out than in; that must feel better.” She handed him her water bottle.

Bobbie and Greg were walking from the car and as she approached and heard Trixie say. “…And she just went and saved Tate Cowell’s music career.”

Brose took her arm and said “Bobbie you sang and played so well tonight!”

As Bobbie guided them into her elevator she thought, you guys didn’t even notice me up on stage. They entered the apartment and Bobbie lowered the lights and said “OK it’s not even 10 o’clock, lets get you water and chip off a hunk of old coffee and try to get you sober enough to have a good sleep.” They drank water, Trixie and Brose drank some coffee. Trixie stopped harassing Brose and Bobbie decided she should tell them about Tate. “He wants us to go to Cid City and help him record an acoustic album. He wants to work with our arrangements and maybe have us on the record.”

“Bobbie That’s wild, are you going to do it? I need to call Marshal and have him introduce us to an entertainment lawyer.”

“Thanks Trixie, I should have thought of that. Johnny would kill me if I said no.”

“Well, let me know when you’re going and you and Johnny and Jamie can stay at my apartment in Cid City.”

“We don’t have any timelines yet. Johnny is in Tate’s suite wheeling and dealing right now.”

Greg perked up. “I saw the 2 Jessica’s going into Tate’s room. I think they’re doing more than wheeling and dealing. Doesn’t Tate have a reputation for trashing hotel rooms?”

“Really? Johnny’s acting out because Brose is here. Well Tate didn’t smash his guitar, or anything, on stage tonight so maybe he’s over all that.”

Greg stood. “I’m feeling much better and I just want to apologize for my behaviour tonight. I’m not sure why things got so out of control.” Raising an eyebrow at Trixie.

“Greg we all have a slip up once in a while.”

“I’ve gotten no web alerts so maybe there won’t be pictures of a publicly intoxicated finance minister in the news. I’m not sure I’d be so disappointed if things blew up.”

“You can come work with me. We can be McNally and Hennessy investment associates or something.” Suggested Trixie

“We’d have to build a third building up here for all the offices.” Joked Greg. “We’ll be the wall street of Crow Harbour.”

“You guys are just too much. I think I’m going to hit the hay. Greg and Trixie, You can stay in the middle room. There are towels and toothbrushes on the dresser and complementary pyjamas as well. Enjoy your stay.”

“Thanks Bobbie, good night.”

Bobbie went into her room. Brose got quiet, said good night and followed her. She wash in the washroom washing her face. When she came out Brose was sitting on the bed.

“I’m sorry Bobbie”

“Sorry for what”

“What just happened to you was huge. One of your long time idols likes what you do, so much that they want to record with you, or at least steal from you.”

Bobbie smiled at him.

“And maybe it seems like Johnny and Jamie are the only ones that get it.”

“Brose, I think you get it. I have a lot to process. Imagine if Johnny and I had taken off and concentrated on music back when were were young?”

“You might have ended up right here singing with Tate Cowell.”

“Of course your right. I’m just feeling weird about it all. Would you really quit your job and come live with me?”

“I like it here. I have a little more to accomplish in my role so I’m still heading back on Monday. I can’t miss The big Confederation Day celebration. Mind you, if I made a really big faux pas and needed to fall on my sword, that seems a lot less scary now. Would you take a disgraced politician​?”

“I don’t know; I like my politicians squeaky clean. Good night Dear.”