Who Is It
- Michael Jackson -
(Who is it?) It is a friend of mine
(Who is it?) Is it my brother?
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"If love is blind ... I'll find my way with you ... Cause I can see myself, not in love with you ..."
The lilting and spoiled voice singing Tiffany's song continued to caress everyone's ears in the 20 by 30-meter room with dim lighting. Only the stage was brightly lit.
It was, indeed, in a cafe that hosts live music at the end of each week. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday are regular dates for local singers.
On Saturday night, the cafe's well-known singer appeared. This singer used to fill in the evening schedule, the most crowded moment in the cafe.
"Ruby! Come on, sing hotter!" shouted one of the visitors while holding up a beer glass in his right hand towards the stage.
The singer, named Ruby, smiled after finishing the mellow song. "Okay, I'll try to bring you a good song that I hope everyone here likes."
Ruby whispered briefly to a nearby pianist. The pianist nodded, then winked at the drummer in the back, not far from him. Soon, Britney Spears' song, Toxic, began to be performed in a jazz version. Ruby's voice sounds spoiled and seductive. The men clapped and cheered with delight.
Especially when Ruby's slender body moves squirmingly and charmingly, sometimes showing off her beautiful thighs behind a thigh-high red dress.
This lady's stage name was Ruby. No one knows her real name, not even the cafe owner or the musicians who often accompany her on stage.
No, you don't have to let your imagination run wild and imagine Ruby as a young woman in her early twenties, very plump, with breasts that bulge over her clothes.
No, put away your perverted thoughts.
Ruby was just a lady in her mid-thirties. Even so, her body was still well maintained. Her waist was slenderly connected by a beautiful curve of the hips that was not excessive, even though it was clearly visible.
Chest size? She's not the type to carry melons or watermelons in her breastplate. Her breasts are normal in size and not excessive. Even so, no one would be so cruel and vile as to say Ruby's breasts aren't attractive.
Of course, it's still interesting even though it's not the size of a watermelon. Her breasts were still protruding and would definitely feel right if held in palms.
When it comes to beauty, you can imagine whoever you think is beautiful, because she was beautiful and charming with all the lines she had. There's no way anyone would say she's a bad-looking woman unless you're spiteful or blind.
Ruby was the woman you wanted to chat with intimately while holding hands on the bed. She's fun but exciting in a unique way.
Ruby's beauty makes her the most anticipated singer in that cafe.
This night was the same. The cafe was already packed with customers, mostly men who had come to stare at Ruby for hours. Fuck what she sounds like.
It was very fortunate that in addition to the beautiful performance of the singer, Ruby's voice also competed beautifully with her performance.
She was skilled at bringing pop and jazz songs. She just bent her hips a little, and then the male audience will groan, even though it's in the dark corners of the cafe filled with cigarette smoke that we will mutter, "Is this a cafe or a mystical misty valley?"
All because of Ruby. Blame on her. Let's just say it's her sin if the visitors are threatened with lung disease in the next decade.
It didn't feel like the clock was almost pointing to 2. It's time for the show to end. The cafe owner was adamant that the cafe close at 2 a.m. after opening at 8 p.m.
Ruby has completed 10 songs. Before she went on stage, there was a youth band that filled the room. Then the singer went on stage starting at 10 o'clock.
On stage, Ruby was usually friendly with visitors. Chat between songs. Until sometimes, there was a maximum of 20 songs, which she sang in a relaxed manner, accompanied by piano, guitar strumming, and drums played in the style of jazz-pop.
The cafe usually starts cleaning up around 1 p.m. Visitors understood and went home.
"Ruby, looks like you have a new fans." The cafe manager half-whispered to her while pointing his chin at a certain table. They were gathered at the bartender's table. The cafe lights also started to turn on, although not all of them.
The singer looked at that table. Her big eyes caught the figure of a man sitting quietly, enjoying a nearly finished beer.
"Don't give my number again, Boss." Ruby touched the back of her boss's hand. "The previous one was already quite inconvenient because I had to change rented houses twice."
The boss chuckled. "Yeah, sorry. I was too careless at the time. Alright, take it easy. Your identity and address are safe."
"Okay, I'm going home now, Boss." Ruby patted her boss on the shoulder and said goodbye to the musicians' accompaniment. She took a moment to glance at the man at the table, who was not far from the bartender. She smiled briefly, then walked away.
She exited the cafe through the back street, where her car was parked. The makeup has been removed, so she can disguise herself a bit so as not to be followed by fans.
It is unnecessary to be surprised by the habits of fans, who are sometimes irrational and act in ways that go beyond the expectations of their idols.
In the past, in the early days of Ruby's career as a singer, many men acted like schoolboys who had just met love. Stalking, clinging, being curious, and even peeking at Ruby with various embarrassing methods.
However, it had all become history, which would make the woman in her early thirties chuckle a little at the thought of it.
It could be said that lately, her fans have become more orderly and respectful of Ruby's privacy outside the cafe. This single woman was more comfortable enjoying her days than last year.
Arriving at a simple apartment, she threw herself on the sofa before going to her room later.
As she opened a small bag, pulled out a wallet, and counted the bills crammed in there for that day's payment, Ruby smiled with satisfaction. The cafe boss was always nice and overpaid her if the cafe was overcrowded.
She made a living from the cafe for nearly two years. She used to sing in another, smaller cafe, but she felt like a cash cow, working four times a week for minimal pay. Luckily, she met the current owner of the cafe, who offered her more income for fewer hours.
After putting the wallet back into the small bag, she remembered the handsome man who had been sitting alone at the table in front of the stage. She realized he admired her even though he didn't say much. But from his fixed gaze on Ruby, she could tell he was fascinated.
With a small chuckle, Ruby got up from the sofa to walk to her room. She wanted to laze around on Sundays as usual.