The sounds of the band warming up greeted him upon opening the door. "Good," he thought to himself, "I haven't missed anything." Smiling politely at the hostess, he indicated that it would just be himself tonight and presented her with his ticket. She nodded and proceeded to show him to his table. It paid to buy your tickets early, he wanted a table as close to the stage as possible, he didn't want to miss a thing.
Settling into his chair, he scanned the area around him. The venue was filling up fast, the people as diverse as the city they lived in. Neither color nor profession had any rank here, it was a gathering of like-minded people all to experience the same sensation, pure musical delight. He smiled, amused, at the look of the rich people. They weren't sure they should be congregating among the common folk, but that was the way it was. If they wanted to hear her sing. A siren's song.
The waitress approached, asking him if he would like a drink. He considered for a moment, then ordered a rum and coke. She nodded and proceeded on. It wasn't his typical drink of choice, but after a momentary consideration, he decided that asking for something unusual was probably not the best of choices. Best to keep it simple. It wasn't like he was trying to get drunk, he just wanted something to keep his throat from getting parched.
The smell of smoke wafted through the air. This was a smoking venue, one of the few left. "But then, how could you listen to this sort of music without smoking?" he mused. He pulled out some papers and his stash. He didn't fancy the tobacco, but the other stuff was just right for him. In this crowd, nothing would be said. The smoke was a mixture of cigarettes, cigars and pot. His smoking would go completely unnoticed.
His drink arrived just before she came on stage. He sat ready, drink in hand, blunt in the other. She stepped out onto stage. He was mesmerized, spellbound waiting for the first notes of her voice. The cello started it's rhythmic thumping, the tap-tap on the snare, and then the piano started trilling out a melody. The lights dimmed noticeably, leaving only the spotlight on her.
She was breathtaking in a blue dress, accented in sequins. Her hair was black as a raven's, her skin alabaster. The slope of her half naked shoulder would excite most, and the curve of her hip finish what the shoulder started. His eyes drank it all in, he couldn't get enough. Her head was bowed, looking down towards the floor. He could see her hand slowly keeping time with the bass.
Finally, she reached the point in the intro she was looking for, and with her opening notes of pure joy, she raised her head. Her eyes seemed to look deep into one's soul, the slight blue eyeliner under her eyes brought out the hazel in her eyes, making her the rarest of beauties. Her lips, while parted, were full and lusciously red. He couldn't break his gaze, he was in pure heaven. As the notes floated past him, he sighed, and sat back.
Life could end for him now, he had found happiness.
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