Story a day: 4.2.16

The lounge singer scanned the audience as he played. His music meandered through the crowd like dust filtering through sunlight: pretty but inconsequential. He provided the uniting background noise for date nights and quiet sipping and brass propositions. If he stopped playing, how long would they continue on without him?

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