There are only three people in the world who hold the secrets of the Global Entertainment Industry, Larry, Laurent and Gabriel. Identical twin brothers, Larry and Laurent need to find out who is responsible for the deaths of two celebrities and stop...
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Dreams can take you farther than reality. S.R.
"Sweet Momma's sure had trouble lately since those French boys came in and destroyed her place. They say the Alabama Moon Club ain't the same no mo. Ya know Ole Charlie, the piano player, still got his arm in a sling. They say Pearl Ann ran off with them boys. Her momma ain't take it too good. God bless that po woman, she done took to the drink real bad. Tonight, I got to go down there and see with my own eyes how she fixed up the place. I picked out this pretty little dress too. Now if you wanna come with me, ya best get a move on sistah. Mista said that he's gonna pick me up by 9:00. Come on and fix yaself up, hurry up now."
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Ain't but a few swing joints in the South. Sweet Momma's -Alabama Moon- is the finest one yet. Right on the edge of the city, just past the Grande Hotel you'll find the best swing cats anywhere. She got the best bootleg liquor and moonshine this side of the Mason Dixon line. The band plays all night long and those cats get down. If ya looking for a dame, Alabama Moon got em in every shade from mahogany to sweet-butter cream. From the juke joints in Harlem, to the swanky clubs in the North, talk about Sweet Momma's - Alabama Moon spread faster than a drunk can spend his money.
Sweet Momma shed her fur coat handing it to the bar keep. The woman eyed every corner of the club checking out everyone and everything. The new golden curtains on the stage shined like new pennies. The new hardwood dancefloor creaked in the distance from the weight of people gliding across it. Two rooms in the wings were already full, one for the poker players and the other for the most unladylike business of the night.
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Sweet Momma
"Remember when we was down off that country road in the backwoods baby? I sure do miss that ole juke joint. Alabama Moon is a pretty bitch, cost me a lifetime to get her fixed up. Look at my pretty girl, got her a new stage too. Look at that fine band stand. She even got a new bar too," Sweet Momma slapped her hand down on the sleek wood of the bar. "Now listen close baby. You hear that? You hear the sweet sound of her waking up? That's Miss Holiday warming up her throat backstage. That woman gonna sang the house down tonight." Sweet Momma stood at the end of the bar talking to Pearl Ann. Her daughter strained to hear the songstress faint tune over the noise in the club.
