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She tried not to dwell on that, or on what in hell she was doing playing piano anywhere

Unfortunately, as of late she found herself unable to think of anything else

What a, and always at the damnedest times

It was a great question if you were studying existentialisood

Besides, that kind of thinking changed nothing Only she could do that, but how?

“How?” she muttered a

s shemore of what had once been perfectly acceptable music and noas pluperfect crap

It was important to remember that the Tune-In was most of the reason she could pay her bills Without it, without Nola paying half the rent, she’d be in deep trouble

Another glance at her watch It was five after one

E rendition of “New York, New York” She played a lot of old Sinatra stuff Not that she didn’t like Sinatra She did Or she had, before this The problem was that what the Tune-In patrons wanted was strictly Las Vegas Frank None of the soft ballads, the sophisticated lyrics of Classic Frank

So what? she thought, her lips co out “New York, New York” to a tinkling rendition of Tony Bennett’s “I Left My Heart in San Francisco” “Chicago” would coht with a tour of the USA and then, mercifully she was finished until next Thursday

The entry door swung open Three already lit ust of cold, damp wind

Wonderful

It was raining That meant the always late bus would show up even later by the ti, but now she’d have to stand on the corner waiting for who kne long

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