Smoke particles danced through the faint streams of light that served as the only source of light throughout the jazz club. It was Friday night; the guest star’s night. It wasn’t unusual for the establishment to be short of empty tables on such a night as it was now. Even the light chatter began to die once all light was stripped, only the butts of cigarettes being seen. The show was starting, and soon not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Birds flyin’ high,
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze driftin’ on by,
you know how I feel.
It’s a new dawn,
It’s a new day,
It’s a new life for me, yeah, it’s a new dawn it’s a new day
It’s a new life for me
And I’m f e e l i n’ …
The mysterious voice stopped momentarily, much of the audience on their seats just waiting for what came next.
g o o d.
All at once the band joined in with the melodious tone of the saxaphone and other woodwind, piano lightly playing in the background and the spotlight falling on the mulatto draped in black. Dark cherry lips moved with such fluidity as they continued to sing the words, the faintest of smiles adding the final touch to her outfit.