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Behind
him
Nino
said
,
"
Not
bad
,
old
buddy
,
not
bad
at
all
.
"
Johnny
swiveled
his
body
around
.
Nino
was
standing
in
the
doorway
,
alone
.
His
girl
was
n't
with
him
.
Johnny
was
relieved
.
He
did
n't
mind
Nino
hearing
him
.
"
Yeah
,
"
Johnny
said
.
"
Let
's
get
rid
of
those
two
broads
.
Send
them
home
.
"
Nino
said
,
"
You
send
them
home
.
They
're
nice
kids
,
I
'm
not
gon
na
hurt
their
feelings
.
Besides
I
just
banged
mine
twice
.
How
would
it
look
if
I
sent
her
away
without
even
giving
her
dinner
?
"
The
hell
with
it
,
Johnny
thought
.
Let
the
girls
listen
even
if
he
sounded
lousy
.
He
called
up
a
band
leader
he
knew
in
Palm
Springs
and
asked
him
to
send
over
a
mandolin
for
Nino
.
The
band
leader
protested
,
"
Hell
,
nobody
plays
a
mandolin
in
California
.
"
Johnny
yelled
,
"
Just
get
one
.
"
The
house
was
loaded
with
recording
equipment
and
Johnny
had
the
two
girls
work
the
turn-off
and
volumes
.
After
they
had
dinner
,
Johnny
went
to
work
.
He
had
Nino
playing
the
mandolin
as
accompaniment
and
sang
all
his
old
songs
.
He
sang
them
all
the
way
out
,
not
nursing
his
voice
at
all
.
His
throat
was
fine
,
he
felt
that
he
could
sing
forever
.
In
the
months
he
had
not
been
able
to
sing
he
had
often
thought
about
singing
,
planned
out
how
he
would
phrase
lyrics
differently
now
than
as
a
kid
.
He
had
sung
the
songs
in
his
head
with
more
sophisticated
variations
of
emphasis
.
Now
he
was
doing
it
for
real
.
Sometimes
it
would
go
wrong
in
the
actual
singing
,
stuff
that
had
sound
good
when
he
heard
it
just
in
his
head
did
n't
work
out
when
he
tried
it
really
singing
out
loud
.
OUT
LOUD
,
he
thought
.
He
was
n't
listening
to
himself
now
,
he
was
concentrating
on
performing
.
He
fumbled
a
little
on
timing
but
that
was
OK
,
just
rusty
.
He
had
a
metronome
in
his
head
that
would
never
fail
him
.
Just
a
little
practice
was
all
he
needed
.
Finally
he
stopped
singing
.
Tina
came
over
to
him
with
eyes
shining
and
gave
him
a
long
kiss
.
"
Now
I
know
why
Mother
goes
to
all
your
movies
,
"
she
said
.
It
was
the
wrong
thing
to
say
at
any
time
except
this
.
Johnny
and
Nino
laughed
.
They
played
the
feedback
and
now
Johnny
could
really
listen
to
himself
.
His
voice
had
changed
,
changed
a
hell
of
a
lot
but
was
still
unquestionably
the
voice
of
Johnny
Fontane
.
It
had
become
much
richer
and
darker
as
he
had
noticed
before
but
there
was
also
the
quality
of
a
man
singing
rather
than
a
boy
.
The
voice
had
more
true
emotion
,
more
character
.
And
the
technical
part
of
his
singing
was
far
superior
to
anything
he
had
ever
done
.
It
was
nothing
less
than
masterful
.
And
if
he
was
that
good
now
,
rusty
as
hell
,
how
good
would
he
be
when
he
got
in
shape
again
?
Johnny
grinned
at
Nino
.
"
Is
that
as
good
as
I
think
it
is
?
"
Nino
looked
at
his
happy
face
thoughtfully
.
"
It
's
very
damn
good
,
"
he
said
.
"
But
let
's
see
how
you
sing
tomorrow
.
"
