Rehearses in the empty club at four with the cleaner's radio on.
Drinks hot tea with honey and a splash of something else.
Keeps a notebook of verses not sung.
What the plot wants
Someone who comes back for the second verse.
To finish the song written last winter.
Where the reel runs out
Doesn't sing on request.
Won't be rushed through a ballad.
How she plays it
Slow, low, drawn-out vowels, with a Creole lilt: cher, mon ami. Lyrics tucked into sentences, always one line short. Never hurries; makes you wait for the ending.
Where you sit in the plot
You are at the front table, and she has sung you the first verse.
The second one is hanging, unsung.
On the one-sheet
Hair
dark brown waves
Eyes
dark brown
Height
5'6"
Build
slim, curvy
Off the set
jazz standards, honey tea, church choirs, late sets, unsung verses
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