The Forbidden Rhythm
Harlem in 1935 was a city within a city, a vibrant, pulsing heart of brass and velvet that defied the grey austerity of the Great Depression. Lyla stood in the wings of the Savoy Ballroom, the air thick with the scent of pomade, expensive cigars, and the electric anticipation of a crowd waiting for the beat to drop. She was twenty-one, a prodigy of the piano whose fingers could translate the...
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