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SPONTANEOUS SUCCESS
The woman's voice trembled with anger as she
gestured around the nearly empty club. Then, leaning on
the bar top like a crouching tiger, not a foot away from
Thomas's face, she spat out in English, “Nobody here!
This dead! Your familia alive!”
With that, she slammed her fist on the bar and
slopped back up the steps. Thomas took off after her.
Ten minutes later he returned alone.
He approached me, a forced smile plastered on his
face. "Apologies for the interruption," he said, his voice
weary. "Family matters. Always… complicated."
But his eyes held a flicker of something more, a hint
of fear, a shadow of doubt. What had transpired
upstairs? What secrets lurked behind the closed doors of
the family quarters?
“Two weeks?” He said. “Mix of music?”
“Sure,” I shrugged, flabbergasted.
“Starting tomorrow?”
“Sure.”
“Deal.”
Taking a risk can be a gamble, but this time, it paid
off big time. On the second night, a fashion
photographer, shooting along the coast for an English
magazine, models, art directors, assistants, stylists,
clients, and hangars-on piled into the club, and suddenly
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