Velvet in the moon.  By Angelina Duvall Cameron

 

The piano plays happily. Lighting cracks and thunder rolls. A woman screams like a Banshee. The lights go out and brings death to the room.

Still the piano plays bringing light into the room. The smell of smoke permeates the air. Wisping around the singer and the musicians.

Lights are still out, and the crowd starts murmuring like children on a bus. A voice floats through the air like velvet in the moon.  Silence erupts immediately.

The piano now plays seductively like a woman looking for a man. Velvet continues to stroke the air with its sound.

The lights come on. No one is on stage. The crowd gasps in unison while the last seductive notes fill the air of a time gone by.