Wingman Wednesday - Going Solo

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It's Wingman Wednesday. Enjoy this scene from Going Solo. 
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The betrayal, anger, disappointment, and shock directed at Shasta crushed her, yet it was entirely understandable.

Dee’s pretty face contorted in fury. “You bitch! How long have you been keeping this from us?”

Ashamed of herself, Shasta gave her stunned audience a sorrowful shrug. “I don’t know. Honestly. I don’t know. Call it denial—whatever. I didn’t want to deal with it…so I didn’t.”

Sarah pinned her anger on Blake. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Shasta took exception to the shift in blame. “Sarah, stop. Blake’s been ragging on me to come clean with you guys. It wasn’t his responsibility. It was mine, and I blew it. I’m sorry. I just, well—” Letting her guitar strap catch the weight of her guitar she linked her hands behind her head and blew out a heavy breath. “I just didn’t want to let you down.”

She looked from one face to the next. When she came to Bose, she paused, seeing sympathy and understanding in her eyes.

“I get the voice thing,” said Bose. “But are you sure you have to quit? We still need a bassist.”

“She’s done,” Dee broke in, not giving Shasta a chance to answer.

“Hang on!” Miri’s back went up and, her hands on her hips, she confronted Dee. “This is a band decision. You don’t speak for all of us.”

Bose glared at their lead guitarist, equally angry at the unilateral decision. “Screw that, Dee. We need to talk about this.”

Dee’s arm slashed toward Shasta. “She burned you--all of us. You’re telling me you’re still willing to work with her?”

Miri and Bose turned to Shasta. Both looked unhappy, but clearly reluctant to vote her out of the group so quickly. All three started talking at once, forcefully, vying to be heard. Then Sarah stepped into the fray, her voice adding to the racket.

Blake’s hand landed heavily on Shasta’s shoulder. The unexpected weight made her list sideways a good two inches. She looked up and they made eye contact.

He cocked his brow at her. “What do you think?”

“I fucked up.” She deflated in shame and misery, braced to accept the consequences.

“No question, but what I was asking…ah never mind. I’ve got this.” He removed his hand and, slipping the index and middle fingers between his lips, blew a piercing whistle. The sound was so shrill everyone jumped, including Shasta. Even though she knew it was coming, nothing could have prepared her for the volume.

All five women spun around and stared at him. He held up a peaceable hand and calmly said, “You need to talk. Talk.” He enunciated the word to get his point across. “Go easy on Shasta. This wasn’t easy for her.”

With that, he walked out, towing the eyes of every woman with him. The heavy steel door closed behind him with an audible whump.

Four sets of eyes swung back around and landed on Shasta. It sent her back a step and made her even more uncomfortable now that Blake was gone. Not for a million years would she have expected this from him. He’d shown up and stood by her. The guy had her back. Far-freaking-out.

What the hell did that mean?
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