The hall smelt of old curtains and cloth chairs and layers upon layers of floor wax, on which the members shuffled about whispering small talk and mouthing anticipations. Lights that once burned bright dimmed announcing the final moments. She took the stage in a flourish of silk and pearls, her quaffed hair threatening to burst forth onto bare shoulders, her painted nails brushing keys that shuddered their delight at her touch. The first notes hung ornately overhead, then dropping into the audience one by one, taunted and teased the members before building to crescendo. Transfixed as stone walls they sat as she pelted them with waves of irony and sorrow. They cried. She laughed. Tomorrow they would return and expect more.