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.
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.
