𝑳𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑼𝑺𝑬

𝑸𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑹𝑬

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𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑷𝑶𝑽

"Ladies and gentlemen get the last of your drinks as this is our last song." I breathlessly say smiling into the microphone.
People let out groans not wanting the night to end.
It was already close to be midnight and The Garrison was closing up.
There was already people slumped over in corners passed out from drinking too much. Some men had already partner up with single woman and the married couples was starting to depart.
I notice some girls were lingering around the stage, I knew exactly who and what they were waiting for.
Working at the Speakeasy back in Lafayette I knew these ladies were super fans. Their way was to make eye contact with the men of the band, dance for them and only them, wear revealing clothing, and makeup like a showgirl. Most likely they'll end up leaving in their car or walking away to a hotel.
Some couldn't wait and would be in the backseat of their car.
I knew I was going to be walking home or catch a taxi home tonight. My first night here and I was going to be left behind, sometimes it's sucked being a girl.

"Good night fellas." I arch my eyebrow at Claude as he spoke. "And Salomé, damn I gotta get use to that." I roll my eyes crossing my arms.
"You proved to be useful Salomé, come by around 4 and we'll practice." Anderson says and I nod my head.
"I'll leave you gentlemen to handle this." I point at the instruments, the only thing that never left the stage was the piano but everything else was put up in storage or taken home with the fellas.
"Have fun with your lady friends." I give Claude, Anderson and Henry a side hug. "I'll see you two tomorrow morning for breakfast." I kiss Louis and Joannes cheek.
"How come they get a kiss and not me, I'm french also." Claude pouts.
"Goodnight Claude." I smile shaking my head, walking down the steps carefully I make my way over to bar where Clara was.

"You did so well tonight!" Clara congratulated me, giving me a tight hug.
"Merci." I curtsy to her holding the bottom of my dress. "What are your plans for the rest of the night?" I ask her looking over her shoulder seeing a man waiting for her attention.
"As you can see I have a friend tonight." Clara moves in closer. "Il paiera grassement.(He'll pay handsomely)" Clara pulls away winking at me.
"Oh, I'll catch a taxi home then." I say, I hid my disappoinment as I didn't want Clara to mistake me for judging her career choice. When really I couldn't judge her, she is my blood and if she is happy doing it then I can't say anything, Aunt Beatrice and Uncle Pierre are okay with too.

"Salomé." I turn to Harry as he puts the same cloth from earlier over his shoulder. "Miss Polly wants to see ya in her office." Harry points down a dim hall.
"Thank you." I give him a kind smile and he walks away. "Clara I'll be back." I tap her shoulder as she spoke to her new friend.
"I probably won't be 'ere when ya come back, so don't rush." I kiss her cheek once more before walking away to Miss Polly's office.
"Wait Salomé." I turn to see a small window with Harry's in it.
"If the Shelby brothers or Miss Polly ask ya to do something, don't fret it is law here to follow whatever the Shelby's say." Harry warns me before walking away once again.