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“Think Liberace”

“Who?”

Max had rolled his eyes “Play loud Play fast Play big Draet my drift?”

Eot his drift And she schmaltzed

She tossed aside the forht her, added chords, trills and frills, created arpeggios that should not have existed She never took her foot off the right pedal

It had worked

Or, at least, it had led to the Tune-In

“You’ll get lots of experience playing there,” Max had assured her

One look and she’d almost turned around and walked out

Then she’d re piano was just a detour on her way to well, on her way So she’d taken a deep breath—a bigthe smell of the place—and told herself that the Tune-In had character

Right

Sighing, Ee, in-deht with a mental roll of her eyes

Why Gus, the owner, wanted somebody to play piano was beyond her

“A little class,” Max had said when she’d expressed surprise “He keeps hoping the neighborhood’s gonna be discovered and he wants to be ready when it is”

Gus was soevity ran in his faured it would take at least another fifty years for his dreah misplaced, had turned out to be her salvation because aside fro musical accompaniment to ancient silent movies that were the passion of a bunch of equally ancient hts, this was the only real employment she had