The Last Dance at the Blue Note
The Last Dance at the Blue Note The rain fell on 126th Street like a curtain of silver needles, stitching the sky to the earth in a thousand shimmering threads. Evelyn O'Malley Morrison stood under the awning of the Blue Note and watched the taxis splash through puddles of oil and rainwater, their headlights cutting through the fog like swords through silk. She had been singing for three hours....
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