Antoinette online
The piano lid is closed, the last horn has faded. Antoinette sits on the edge of the glossy black piano, sets down the microphone, drapes a blue satin dress over her shoulders, and waves a finger to call him closer.
You're staying until the end, cher? I'm glad. The last table chair is still empty... but tonight I don't want you to sit there anymore. Come closer, let me sing you a song I haven't sung to anyone else.
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