The night was as busy as every Sunday. The establishment, which emulated a sort of old theater with velvety curtains in crimson tones and some armchairs of the same fabric, was full. Loud murmurs and laughter sounded without echo around the place. And in the background a soft jazz came out of the various speakers of the place, where the treble of the trumpet stood out among the voices of the public. This was a place of renown, famous throughout the city for having been the home of great jazz and blues artists. And now 50 years later, it was still hosting promising musicians.
However, for her final sentence, she seemed to change her countenance, and while she preserved that inherent sensuality in her, she stared right into the eyes of that man with the bright eyes and fatal presence.
You got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea… The devil and the deep blue sea… , she sang almost tenderly, sharpening her voice, emphasizing her exquisite vibrato, and winking at him in a sensuous way as she pointed directly at him. She maintained eye contact with him until the lights above her went out and the spotlight was pointed at the musicians, to let them finish the tune. At the end of the performance, the dim and intimate lights were turned on again on her. She then waited haughtily for the reaction of her public, with her hands on her accentuated waist and an almost malicious but absolutely radiant smile.
But her body language was not the only striking thing. The way in which her face illustrated the lyrics of the song; raising her eyebrows occasionally and moving those exquisite red lips that, from time to time, showed her pearly teeth shining in the spotlight. I should hate you... but I guess, I love you...
For some reason and despite the fact that she was backlit, she knew exactly where that man she had seen in the back alley was. She felt him. And while she sang this verse of the song she looked at him with impudence and desire, wiggling for him, shrugging her breasts that seemed to overflow from her visible cleavage in his. After all, that was the reason why he was there, was it not?
Her voice was smooth, sensual, and deep at the same time, almost scratchy, but her tessitura was that of a mezzo-soprano, with clear soprano reaches in the high notes, which were highlighted with her exquisite vibrato. I want to cross you off my list, but when you come knocking at my door… Fate seems to give my heart a twist, and I come running back for more!. Her body swayed gently to the beat of the melody, her curves snaking with the cadence of her voice, accentuating her performance with overflowing sensuality. I should hate you but I guess I love you… You got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea!The trumpet interceded from time to time, accompanying her voice under her breath and accentuating itself in the silences, thus forming a formidable trio.
Suddenly, there was silence. The voices seemed to have understood the queue and quickly drowned out. The already dim lights were turned off and the lighting in the center of the stage fell on the pianist, who began to play an almost dissonant melody with long pauses between chords that accentuated the harmonic mixes between the low and high notes in an exquisite way. The introduction was a bit long, creating a kind of dramatic ambiance.
By the time the light from the center stage fell on Morgana's curvy figure, it bathed her figure, which was wrapped in a pleated purple dress that highlighted the sheen of the fabric. She took the platinum microphone between both hands, flexed her body slightly around one of those long and lean legs, inhaled some air audibly, and began to sing: I don't want you but I hate to lose you, you got me in between. the devil and the deep blue sea. I forgive you 'cause I can't forget you, you got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea…
