Noise burst from Galahan’s as soon as she opened the door. She waded through the block of sound until her ears adjusted. The inside of Galahan’s looked like something out of the 1920s, all red carpet and gold trim, fur collars and black gloves.
She pushed through the crowds in the Green and Red rooms and found herself in the Blue Room. A plush blue carpet captured her high heeled shoes. The chairs where people sat and smoked long-stemmed cigarettes were upholstered in blue. And there on the blue stage in blue lights sat Rose, caressing a black piano. Her fingers tripped along stark white keys.
Rose caught her staring. The music stuttered, a caught breath only the most practiced ear detected.