Why We Need Events Like a Speakeasy

I could see warm light escaping onto the street from my destination. Excitement bubbling, I entered the room and was welcomed by pockets of people talking to each other. I smiled and nodded at the waitress, now a familiar face to each other. I noticed a tall man in the middle, wearing a suit and with a quiff of silvery grey hair on his head, immediately noticing me, the newcomer and spying the ukulele case on my shoulder. Although having said that, I did stand out. I'm five feet tall and was wearing a large wide brimmed black hat, with a baggy – meant to be meant in a stylish way – green wool coat, long hair draped around my shoulders and carrying a ukulele. If I was looking to blend into any sensible crowd now wasn't the time to do so.

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