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.
