6″I sway with the best of the trumpet, holding the stand of the microphone. My sparkling dress gleams in the dimmed light. Put your head on my shoulder~ I sing softly, my fur boa sliding down my shoulders and resting on my arms. Oo... hold me in your arms, baby~ I sing out, running my fingers through my hair, the trumpet playing a slow and steady rhythm. I open my eyes and share a small smile with the dining crowd.
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