Part 3
Harlem Red wasn't much to look at. Not compared to the other members of the quartet, with their natural drive to be in the spotlight. Still, he wasn't short of female attention. He had this way about him. She knew it too. As soon as she walked in, her eyes were fixed on Harlem, and for good reason. For seeing Harlem Red play the bass sure was some kind of wonderful. But for her, it even got better. As she made her way through the crow, Harlem moved forward on his own accord, bass to the ready, wanting, no needing to be seen. All of this much to the surprise of the rest of the quartet. They fell silent. With ease, Harlem picked up on the tune, all the while keeping her in sight. The other band members, the audience, even the flappers at he bar, they all had turned into blurs. Amidst the smoke, only she stood out. Then the others joined in again. Slowly, a smile quavering on his face, Harlem stepped back into the shadows.
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