Ivy Lee blushed, but continued to sip her drink, as she heard the host announce the stage was open for amateurs. She gulped the last of her drink and sauntered towards the stage, her hips swaying. The handsome stranger smiled. His eyes followed her as she strutted to the stage. She strolled over to the band leader and whispered to him the song she wanted to sing. Her silk scarf appeared to fall to the base of the microphone stand in slow motion.
The host announced Ivy Lee would be singing, What a Difference a Day Makes, by Dinah Washington. Before the first note, Ivy Lee felt nervous; her forehead became shiny with perspiration. She belted out a jazzed-up version of the song, snapping her fingers. The handsome stranger held her gaze to the last note. The club roared with applause. She handed the microphone back to the moderator, picked up her scarf, and headed towards the exit. She asked the doorman to call her a cab and waited near the tall windows by the gold velvet drapes near the entrance. As she waited, the dapper stranger reappeared.
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