sitting in an after hours bar, swathed in red velvet floor to ceiling, I might have gotten confused and thought myself in a brothel were it not for the guy who stepped up to the piano to play ‘flight of the bumblebees’
sitting in an after hours bar, swathed in red velvet floor to ceiling, I might have gotten confused and thought myself in a brothel were it not for the guy who stepped up to the piano to play ‘flight of the bumblebees’