soulful afro

..She smiled with her eyes as she looked through the audience. A spotlight from the projector in the back made her afro glimmer in the light. The band was waiting impatiently behind her, for her queue. She sang with the opening phrase: "You need to pick yo afro daddy, because it's flat on one side". She elongated every last word of a sentence with a vibration in her voice. There was a certain soul to not only her style of singing, but with the charm she performed her songs. No matter how cloudy the room was with tobacco smoke, it didn't make any difference to her, because seeing the audience was not key. She made everybody feel her presence even just by standing behind the microphone stand. She delivered every act with a certain kind of intimacy, even if you heard her voice on vinyl, you could still see her in your mind performing on that same exact stage in Madame Saxx' Jazz Club .
The stuffy sound from the saxophone was a perfect match with her raspy, liquid voice.
Guests in the audience sipped some more of their cognac and whiskey on the rocks -red wine was not inappropriate either. Because people paid respect to Lady Soul by drinking two of her favorite drinks, while she was performing. That's how you could tell the regulars. Some customers kept on coming to the club, just to hear her sing. Even if it was every week on Thursdays. Because Lady Soul was not only a woman of class and soul, but an amazing humble singer. One of the greats. And spending her time singing was the only way of life she had come accustomed to. Even if she was meant to spend her retirement at Las Palmas or somewhere else warm with sand and palm trees, she stubbornly got her way and got to sing at the club down South, once a week.
"Wow, Lady Soul is just breathtaking!" a man at the bar told the bartender.
"Yeah she is, isn't she? We sure are lucky to have her as one of our acts!"
"What made her buy this club from Madame Saxx ?" the man continued.
The bartender stopped what he was doing, set the towel and glass on the counter and said: "This place has a special magic to it," he rubbed the back of his neck and continued "it keeps you coming back."
By the look of the bartenders face, the man at the bar dropped the conversation and enjoyed the rest of the show.


-xoxo, TheGirlWithCurls

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7z7tjzrp0Q