CHAPTER EIGHTEENJOHNNY’S CIMARRON CLUB
Johnny ran his Cimarron Club in Shreveport like the captain of a ship. He was a walk-the-plank kind of owner, but he worked harder than anyone. He greeted The Divebomberz on the wide sidewalk in front of his club and helped the band unload their gear from the truck, trailer, and van.
Johnny tugged on the brim of his cowboy hat. “I never hired a band without hearing them first. You guys better be good. I spent a ton on promotion for tonight. I got you billed as the hottest band on the bayou.”
After the load-in was complete, Johnny said, “Your keyboard player better be extra special good. I think I threw my back getting that beast of an organ out of the trailer.”
Rene put his arm around Rick. “He is extra good. We’ll do a sound check in a few minute
