While Angie didn’t have a bad voice and looked pretty darn good, she was no Cher or Madonna–not even Cyndie Lauper–but still she had to be center stage, out front whenever the girls got together to do Karaoke.  She had dreams of a recording contract, maybe even the movies, but her friends knew how that would end up: Prom queen this year, three babies, an ex-jock husband working at the mill, and a minivan in five years.  Oh well, they thought,  it  doesn’t hurt to dream. . . . .  David, Sf.G.