"Well, don't you wonder about who's coming to that dance. That dance is mine," said Johnny definitely. "I want you to look your darndest—put it all over those flappers. Show them what you got," admonished Johnny with the simple directness in such vogue.
"And now come on, Ri-Ri—let's get into this together.
'I cannot now forget you
And you think not of me!'
Come on, Maria Angelina!"
And Maria Angelina, her face lifted, her eyes strangely bright, sang, while Johnny Byrd stared fixedly down at her, angrily, defiantly, sang to that unseen young man—back in the shadows——
"I cannot now forget you
And you think not of me!"
And then she told herself that she would forget him very well indeed.