| Sunday in Royal Park Then the four-piece band starts up at the front of the marquee. A one, a two, a one two three says the lead singer in his black leather jacket who is also the keyboard player. Eyes closed, the saxophonist bends forward and backward like they do in the movies. The bassist’s thick fingers soften on the light notes, a cigarette delicate at his lips. The drummer's left shoulder keeps the beat as he stares past us into the distance. Under the tent, Summertime parts the clouds so the rain actually stops and we loosen the blankets from our shoulders a little. |
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