"My friends are not part of the mob," she says, her tone definite, more serious than her momentary easy smirk before she turns to the rear door guard. He recognizes her, of course, and hearing that these are her friends, who have reserved seats, he lets them in.
As they walk through the back halls, they can hear the sounds of a band warming up, testing the acoustics and tuning what might need to be tuned.
Through another door, and they're in one of the more indistinct shadowy corners of the main room, partially hidden by a black curtain. To their left is the stage, with backup musicians continuing to make sure all the instruments (and there are quite a few) are ready. More chairs and tall, two- or three-person tables have been brought in during their absence, to make it so more people can sit and listen. All of the dance floor nearest the stage has been taken up. On the upper level on the far side of the bar, though, the second, slightly smaller dance floor has been left open.
For those few caught by the music and voice who might muster the concentration enough to dance.
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Date: 2010-04-09 10:56 pm (UTC)From:As they walk through the back halls, they can hear the sounds of a band warming up, testing the acoustics and tuning what might need to be tuned.
Through another door, and they're in one of the more indistinct shadowy corners of the main room, partially hidden by a black curtain. To their left is the stage, with backup musicians continuing to make sure all the instruments (and there are quite a few) are ready. More chairs and tall, two- or three-person tables have been brought in during their absence, to make it so more people can sit and listen. All of the dance floor nearest the stage has been taken up. On the upper level on the far side of the bar, though, the second, slightly smaller dance floor has been left open.
For those few caught by the music and voice who might muster the concentration enough to dance.