The following week, Evelyn had opened her apartment door to find a package outside of it. She knelt down and picked it up, standing up again and finding George Bennet standing right in front of her.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, George! Don't do that to me!" Evelyn exclaimed, causing George to laugh.
"I'm sorry, Evie," he told her. "Say, what's that package you've got there?"
"Oh, probably another quilt knitted by my mother in Chattanooga," Evelyn replied nonchalantly. George eyed her slightly suspiciously.
"Might I see it?" he asked.
"Oh, but you've seen so many of her quilts! Why, I don't see you finding such an interest in these quilts…" Evelyn said, not looking him in the eye and giggling a bit too much.
"Evelyn, something tells me that whatever's in that package is not another of your mother's quilts," George said in a serious tone.
"George Bennet, I'm not one of those gypsies who can tell what is in something without even opening it! I can't tell you what is in here unless I open it!" Evelyn told him. George continued to look at her.
"Might I see it, then? I won't open it, Evie, I promise," he told her. Evelyn hesitantly and nervously handed over her package. George took it and examined it carefully, noticing the return address almost immediately.
"The AAF? Well, Evelyn, I wouldn't have thought-"
"It's probably not even for me! My sister, Betty, enlisted in the AAF and this package might have been sent to the wrong Andrews!"
"But it's addressed to a Miss Evelyn Andrews."
"Oh, God only knows how many Evelyn Andrewses there are here in Manhattan! They could have the wrong one!" Evelyn went to shut her door, though George held it open.
"For weeks, you've told myself and Steven Walters that joining the Air Force is a very dangerous thing. For weeks, you begged us not to enlist and were horrified the day you discovered that our numbers have been drawn and we were drafted. And now I learn that you've been quite the little hypocrite, Evelyn Andrews!" he said in a very irritated tone.
"I'll have you know that I probably won't even be in the field! You know what they do for a lot of women in the military, don't you? They have them working in the hospitals and providing medical care! That's what we're being trained for!" Evelyn defended.
"Not in the Air Force, Evelyn. In the Air Force, you're fighting in combat no matter who you are. Whether you're a seventeen-year-old boy or a thirty-year-old woman, you're fighting in combat. Sure, they'll teach you medical techniques, but they'll be teaching every pilot the same thing. If you aren't willing to fight, Evelyn, then you joined the wrong branch," George spat back, silencing her. Evelyn glared slightly at him.
"I'll have you know that I'll do whatever it takes to defend this country and I'll do whatever it takes to prove it to you. I'm capable of so much more than you credit me for," Evelyn spat back, now silencing George. He nodded to her.
"Very well, then. Steve and I shall see you in Hawaii. And possibly again in London," he said.
"Very well. I shall see you then," Evelyn replied, and he left. Moments later, Steve appeared in the doorway.
"Well, that was quite a squabble between you and George Ben- Hey! I didn't know you were joining the AAF!" Steve exclaimed, running into her apartment and examining the package that Evelyn had received. "Did you apply to volunteer for the RAF as well?"
"Indeed I did," Evelyn told him in a slightly quiet tone. Steve nodded.
"You coming to the Roaring Rumbler tonight? They say Glenn Miller's playing there tonight!"
"Is that so? Well, I guess that's a place that Georgia won't be going tonight." Steve and Evelyn laughed together, remembering Georgia's rejection of Mr. Miller only a few months before. "That poor, poor Mr. Miller. He must have been devastated."
"I doubt it, seeing as he's over a decade older than her and probably meets new women every day."
"Well, he did write that song for her, which was really sweet."
"That could have been for any Georgia! Not just ours!"
"Well, Steven, it's quite clear that Mr. Miller wrote that song for our Georgia."
"Well, we'll have to find out tonight, won't we?" Evelyn looked at him.
"You can ask Mr. Miller any questions you would like, but I assure you, the staff will keep you away from him," Evelyn told him.
"Nah, he always takes requests! Hey, you should do a song with him tonight!" Steve exclaimed excitedly. He certainly enjoyed seeing and hearing Evelyn singing at the Roaring Rumbler. Evelyn sighed.
"I'll think about it," she said, which caused Steve to jump for joy.
"Great! I'll see you down in the lobby at seven, then?" he asked. Evelyn nodded.
"Seven it is," she said, and Steve quickly left. Evelyn sat down on an armchair and couldn't help but think. George was right; she had been a hypocrite. She wished that she could take back everything she'd said to him and Steve, but knew that there was no possible way for her to do it.
At seven, Evelyn had gone down to join Steve in the lobby, who already had Ethel, Brenna, Sandy and Bonnie ready to go with him.
"Where's George?" asked Evelyn once she arrived in the lobby.
"Oh, he's not coming with us for whatever reason," said Steve. "The others will meet us there with their boys." Evelyn nodded.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" exclaimed Brenna, and the group left the apartments. They didn't live very far from the Roaring Rumbler Theatre, so they walked. The Roaring Rumbler Theatre was built a year after the war ended in September of 1919 and was widely known for its dancers, but the most famous dancer at the theatre was a young woman from a small town in Illinois named Lottie Miller. Lottie Miller was made famous in 1926 along with her sister, Ruby. Eventually, they separated, and Ruby moved on to singing while Lottie remained a dancer. Ruby was an amazing singer in 1927, and was made famous for doing so. She sang in many popular films in the late 1920's and early 1930's such as 'You Put This On Me' in 1928, 'A Little Boy Named Steven' in 1929 – one of the first films with sound, or "Talkies" – and 'The Greatest Wonder' in 1931. Ruby Miller, like the not-widely-known-until-her-death movie star, Peg Entwistle, committed suicide in 1935 by purposely overdosing on a medication. Lottie Miller quit dancing from 1935 to 1938 for that very reason, then moved onto acting in 1939. Though without the Roaring Rumbler Theatre, Lottie Miller would not be as famous as she is now, or even at all, perhaps.
The small group of people arrived at the theatre, where currently, Mr. Miller and his Orchestra were playing 'In the Mood' and a large crowd was dancing on the wooden dance floor. It certainly was hard to hear anything in the theatre!
"Wow, this place never changes, does it?" asked Evelyn. The Roaring Rumbler Theatre had had many table and chair replacements, as well as curtain replacements and prop replacements, but the stage, the bar and the wooden dance floor have been the same ever since before Lottie Miller danced on the very stage that Glenn Miller was now performing on.
"Not since 1919," said Steve. "Care to join me in a dance?"
"I'd actually like to get a drink, first, but I'll take you up on that offer later," said Evelyn, and she left for the bar. Meanwhile, Mr. Miller had just finished 'In the Mood' and was now setting his trombone on its stand.
"Take a minute to relax, boys. I'm going to get myself a Brandy," he said to the Orchestra, and a few men nodded, leaving the stage for the bar, while others remained to practice. Glenn Miller left the stage as well, for the bar, where a young blonde woman dressed in a waitress uniform had her back to him.
"What can I get you, sir?" asked a bartender that had approached him.
"A small Brandy, please," said Glenn, looking down at his hands.
"Miss Georgia, you know what to do," said the bartender, causing the young woman to laugh.
"Willie, you've known me for many years now. I think calling me 'Miss Georgia' is almost inappropriate now!" she exclaimed. "Georgia's fine, thanks."
"All right, then, Georgia! I'll keep that on my mind," said the bartender called Willie, and both of them laughed. Willie turned and left, while Georgia got to preparing the small Brandy.
"Here you are, sir…" said Georgia, taking the small glass and turning to Glenn Miller behind her. She stopped and froze once she realized whom she was handing the Brandy to, and Mr. Miller looked up at her as well.
"Miss Georgia!" exclaimed Glenn, standing from his chair and adjusting his glasses, almost as if he didn't believe that the beautiful Georgia Miller was standing before him.
"H-hello again, Mr. Miller," said Georgia, setting the glass on the bar.
"Er… How much do I owe ya?" asked Glenn, reaching for his pocket.
"Oh, that won't be necessary, Mr. Miller," said Georgia, her hand out to stop him. "It's on the house."
"Oh, but I insist!" exclaimed Glenn, his hand still near his pocket.
"Performers don't pay. It's been a tradition here at the Roaring Rumbler for many years now," said Georgia. "Why, I believe when the Miller sisters danced here!"
"Why, this place sure does have a history of Millers, doesn't it?" said Glenn, and Georgia laughed.
"It does, doesn't it?" she said.
"If you have any free time, would you like to dance the next dance with me?"
"Oh, Mr. Miller, I really can't dance… and aren't you the performer anyhow?"
"The boys can play without me."
"Come on, Miss Georgia! I'm not much of a dancer, either, but I'm still willing to try it for a good time!" Georgia thought for a moment.
"Oh, all right… I guess I'll give it a try then," she said.
"You will? That's wonderful! I'll be right back, Miss Georgia!" Glenn exclaimed, and then rushed off. He returned a minute or so later and asked for Georgia's hand, which she accepted, and then joined him on the dance floor. Just seconds after, the Orchestra began to play a not-so-popular-but-rather-nice slow song called 'Perfidia'. "This one's a bit new, so I apologize if they mess up."
"Oh, no, they sound fine," Georgia replied as they danced, their eyes on each other's only. Meanwhile, Ethel was watching nearby with Brenna.
"Well, would you look at that? Looks like Mr. Miller has finally won over our Georgia's heart," she said.
"Oh, did he, now? Well, I'm happy that Georgia finally gave into him. Look at how happy they look!" Brenna exclaimed.
"Guess we'd better let the pair alone tonight, then. We'll ask Georgia about it tomorrow," said Ethel, walking off with a man who had just asked her to dance.
"Oh, we certainly will, won't we, Ethel?" asked Brenna, getting no answer. "Ethel?" She turned, and Ethel was gone.