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From: Jill
Category: Music
Date: 27 July 2004
Jazz after Dark. We imaged the table we booked to be round, shady and mysterious, in a spacious dark room, with single spot light on Harriet Lester, star of the show. We reeled in. Stumbling through the crowds. Table full of hen party-ers. Bunch of men. Couples in corner. Smiling. Small neon place. Harriet singer on small stage with piano friend on visit from Norway, drummer. Singing very good, dampened by ugly noise of electric piano. Inspiring. Inspired I danced. Noticing friends stopped. Made it in their direction. Cheerfully said hello. Precious seat space offered. Suddenly distracted by other friend in corner of my eye. Abandoned friendly seat and conversation opportunity to give enthusiastic greeting to next person. Secretly exulted to have avoided any kind of coherent conversation. Rushing around. Knowing my purpose I returned to dance floor to celebrate performance.Moving and shaking, not chained up to chat. Good bad dancing catching surprised eyes of on lookers. Glimpses of known faces I blocked them out with constant movement. Visit to reserved table, return to stage disappearance of singers. Continued dancing with fine companion. Final departure amidst cheering booing audience, required bow and thoughts about what moves might have provoked this response and the ratio of appreciation to disapproval.
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