Melanie arrived at the Lazy Lady bar with high expectations. She'd heard they had a pretty good jazz band playing here. That's not to say Jazz was her favorite type of music, rather, Melanie loved music as a whole. She loved hip hop for it's poetic poetential, electronic music for it's dancing vibe, rock for it's heartfelt energy, and many more... But as a singer herself and former vocalist of a high school rock band, that form of art had always been a part of her as much as poetry. So she sat at the bar, and was immediately greeted by an old bartender with a mustache, just as he cleaned a glass: "Good evening, miss...! What can I get ya?", he asked with a casual, approachable tone
Though not one to refuse an offer for drinks, Melanie found the silence odd... She was already late for the concert, yet nobody was up on stage:
"Let's see... I'll have a Cosmo.", with these words and a returned smile, the bartender walked off to make Melanie's cocktail, though not before being stopped in his tracks, "By the way, what happened to that Jazz concert?"
"Ain't happenin girl.", answered the fine dressed man sitting two benches away from her, cutting right ahead of the barman and drawing Melanie's attention to himself
The tuxedo clad black man stirred his whiskey, or rather, what was left of it, and chugged it down in one go. Nearing his forties, the man had classy look with neatly shaved hair and beard, and even more finely groomed outfit, clearly made from fine quality fabrics. He was dressed well enough to take a place on the stage as a singer, musician or both, and as Melly would soon find out, that was exactly what he wanted to be doing.
"And why is that?", she inquired, folding her arms over the counter, before raising one forearm to gracefully rest her chin over her palm.
"Because I was supposed to giving that concert with the rest of my band.", explained the man with a smooth but visibly forced smile on his lips, "Name's Dwayne, sax player. The reason I'm here and not up there right now is our lead singer. She won't be singing anytime soon, at least not until her throat gets better."
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Though not one to refuse an offer for drinks, Melanie found the silence odd... She was already late for the concert, yet nobody was up on stage:
"Let's see... I'll have a Cosmo.", with these words and a returned smile, the bartender walked off to make Melanie's cocktail, though not before being stopped in his tracks, "By the way, what happened to that Jazz concert?"
"Ain't happenin girl.", answered the fine dressed man sitting two benches away from her, cutting right ahead of the barman and drawing Melanie's attention to himself
The tuxedo clad black man stirred his whiskey, or rather, what was left of it, and chugged it down in one go. Nearing his forties, the man had classy look with neatly shaved hair and beard, and even more finely groomed outfit, clearly made from fine quality fabrics. He was dressed well enough to take a place on the stage as a singer, musician or both, and as Melly would soon find out, that was exactly what he wanted to be doing.
"And why is that?", she inquired, folding her arms over the counter, before raising one forearm to gracefully rest her chin over her palm.
"Because I was supposed to giving that concert with the rest of my band.", explained the man with a smooth but visibly forced smile on his lips, "Name's Dwayne, sax player. The reason I'm here and not up there right now is our lead singer. She won't be singing anytime soon, at least not until her throat gets better."
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