Caz
❥ | Jazz Club ☆
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The curtains open, the men sitting at their tables applaud, some whistle. The room is a little blurry due to the cigarette, the smell of alcohol and perfumes all as expensive as each other mix, making Honey even more anxious than she already is.
Josh, the manager of this Jazz Club hired her with pleasure after seeing her talent impress more than one in another club. Therefore, for a good sum of money, Josh offered her to come sing every night without exception. And she needs that money.
The applause finally stops when Leo, the one playing the saxophone begins to play, the lights project on Honey and her band.
Her heart skips a beat. In the distance, she can see Josh at the entrance, eager to show off Honey's talents to his customers.
Delicately, she places a hand on the microphone, approaching slightly. She scans the room without really paying attention to who is there. Her red cherry lips that match her dress perfectly, her hair is tied in a high bun to show her white feather shoulder cover.
When the whole band starts playing, she takes a deep breath and begins singing. All the customers are silent, none of them speak, none of them look away from the stage.
But, in the crowd, sitting at his table with his friends, Marshall - Caz Marshall - a good friend of Josh's holds his glass of whiskey in his hand, sipping it silently without taking his eyes off Honey.