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“Great! Now, regulars will know we ask for a singer to come up. “Good evening Oasis Nights! How’s everyone doing?”Ī small cheer went up as the audience clapped and whooped. “He’s going to ask for a singer, do you sing?” Bertie’s voice sounded sharp and right next to my ear, making me jump slightly. I looked back to the stage in time to see the saxophone player jump gleefully across the stage to a lone microphone. As if he had worked hard for where he was all his life. He was barely taller than me with a muscular frame. I looked at him closely as he turned back to face the stage, his hair nearly all white and untamed in a short style, a good weathered face that showed he had a life full of laughter. “She do anymore good and I’m sure she’ll have our own superhero run outta town.” “She could do better, she has enough resources.” No one round here gives her a quarter of the credit she deserves.” He smiled blithely, his dark eyes soft and kind. “The Luthor there now is a helluva lot better than her family. Perceptive old man… “Yes, straight down at L-Corp.” You work in the high rises?” As he gestured vaguely to my clothes and raised a bushy eyebrow.Ĭontrolling my shock and offended feelings, I nodded slowly. I’m glad Oasis Nights could offer shelter to a fine young woman like yourself, but I’m also sorry your clothes got ruined. Apprehension creeped up my shoulders, “Uh well I’m Evie, and yourself?” Evie? What the hell, Lena? My mouth snapped shut on its own accord at that question, my teeth making a dull clacking sound. He let out a full bellied laugh, “Fletcher Henderson is his idol, I’m sure he’d be ecstatic you said that. “It’s actually really good, reminds me of Fletch-” I looked to the player and saw how he had his back turned to the crowd and was facing his band, as if directing them. He chuckled, “Yeah, my nephew, the sax player, is heavily influenced by swing music but he’s also a millennial so.it has to be his way.”
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“I do, actually, the mellower kind anyhow.” It sounded familiar but it was also mixed with something. He nodded and looked back up at the stage with something akin to pride and amusement. I followed his gaze and noticed a bass player appeared and everything was moving all together in well paced song. “Do you enjoy this type of music?” the older man now stood next to me with another towel, as if it was just in case. The lone saxophone was soon joined with an enthusiastic melodica player, who perked everyone up as the drums started. I carefully took the towel and wrapped it around my shoulders before letting my hair down and patting it dry. His smile crinkled his eyes as he nodded, Thank you so much, it’s horrendous out there.” It’s our jazz night.” He stepped closer, still holding the towel out to me. Anyone and everyone is welcome here, miss. “Not a problem, weather has a mind of its own. “I.um I didn’t mean to run in, the rain forced me too. I let out a soft sigh as I saw a kind older man a few feet away, holding a towel out in his extended hand. I tensed instantly and looked at the sudden voice. He was wearing something similar to a zoot suit. Stumbling back a little, I took my hands away from my face and looked at the man playing on stage, a laugh spilling from my mouth uninvited. The smooth and sweet sound of a saxophone burst into my hearing and I looked immediately to my right, just as a spotlight lit up half of the room and I saw a well sized crowd gathered around tall tables and stools. I glanced around, noting the few figures near me were unperturbed by my presence, cigars hanging from their mouths made me roll my eyes. I gagged and covered my hands over my nose and mouth and ducked low, as if my height could stop the smoke from suffocating me. The thick bubble of smoke enveloped me and my lungs ceased to take in air. I ran to the nearest doorway and stumbled in. I was just a few blocks from my building when the light drizzle turned into torrential downpour. It had started raining and I was walking home from a particular rattling day at work. Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 21057 Chapters: 13/13 Comments: 73 Kudos: 263 Bookmarks: 37 Hits: 5667 lena actually has an amazing voice and spends her time singing.