Margaret by Patricia M Jackson

Author:Patricia M Jackson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Patricia M Jackson

Rehearsal for the Jazz Ensemble was in the actual space where they would perform, Alice Tully Hall. It was technically part of the Lincoln Center establishment but within the walls of Julliard. The twenty-year-old auditorium seated 800 people and was a smaller environment specifically for chamber music. It had a restrained, elegant interior with walls of basswood, deep lavender carpeting, and raspberry-colored seating. It was refined and yet contemporary, modern and sleek without any skimpy gilt, plaster or crystal chandeliers to portray class and style.

Jazz singer, Molly Manderson was a striking young woman from Jamaica. Her fine, smooth ebony skin glowed with vitality, and her smile was wide as she strolled across the stage towards Peggy’s piano.

“I was hoping it would be you again today. You weren’t here last week. What happened?” she asked.

“I over-worked and got sick, very sick. I was out for a week with a fever and chills,” she said, noticing that Molly was backing away. “I’m better now. No need to fear.”

“It wasn’t the same without you,” she said. Peggy shifted her weight over a few inches to give her room to sit on the piano bench. “When you find a great jazz piano, you want to keep her. You and are…simpatico… no?” Molly leaned her weight against Peggy and swayed back and forth.

Peggy smiled and looked at Molly, her face had a wry grin. “Yes, we’re very simpatico. You’re an amazing singer. You give me chills.”

“Well, if this leader ever shows up. What do you call them here again?”

“They call them Maestro at Julliard, otherwise conductor.”

“Yes, that is it. Mr. Conductor is late again. When he shows up, you and will show these horn blowers raw sex with music. It is all good?”

Peggy’s eyes widened, and her smile grew. “It’s okay with me if you can pull it off.”

Though she said she was better, there were still times when Peggy felt weak deep down in her bones. When she was walking to and from school, there were times when she was a bit unnerved and unsteady on her feet, but she soldiered on, knowing that she was building endurance through true grit. As soon as she sat at the piano, all those wavering sensations disappeared.

Molly stood from the bench; one hand held on the piano. “You don’t think we should sing about sex?”

“No, I didn’t say that, but…”

“Why are you afraid that we bring sex to our music? Surely you’re not afraid of sex,” she said.

“Well… “

Molly sat down next to Peggy again. “You are not…“ Molly’s eyes were wide, and her head rolled back as she burst out in a fit of delighted laughter. She then quietly whispered to Peggy, as if sneaking a smoke in the girls’ room. “You are still a virgin? I would not have thought it.”

“No, but I might as well be. It’s been a very long time,” Peggy answered, her cheeks blushing.

“It is good you are this way. You have many pent-up energy to put into your music, and it makes sense now.

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