What happens when 'innocent' jazz singer, Rose O'Neill is singing at a club that the peaky blinders plan to take over? Will the jazz singer and gangster fall in love?
"Hello stranger" said a loud deep voice. I turned around to see Michael, "didn't think you were one for dresses" I said playfully. " I asked Ada where you would be she didn't know, so I asked Isaiah he said a bookshop and explained your love for books or dress shop, I bought you a book anyway" he handed me a notebook. "I didn't know what kind of books u read, but I knew that you write music and you're a singer obviously so..." "Thank you Michael, that's generous and thoughtful of you". "Do you want to go for a drink and just talk" he asked. God I need to tell him soon, this is killing me, I just don't know how to. "Yeah sure I don't mind". We left and headed to the Garrison we went into the private room no one else was there so it was just the two of us. "So what was your childhood like?" Michael asked. Wow, ok no beating around the bush here. I laughed nervously "that ones for another day". "Aw, come on that's not fair" Michael begged like a little kid, sticking out his lower lip and widening his eyes while batting his eyelashes. " I'll make a deal, I'll tell you on our wedding day- "and what do you want in exchange" "two hours of our wedding day for me to do what I what". "Hmm I didn't think u were like that" Michael smirked. "Not like that, I need to visit someone nearby". "Yeah of course that's fine, you better go get your dress sorted, I think the girls are off today, you haven't even met Grace and Esme yet".
I meet up with girls, even Polly came. We strolled to the shops of Birmingham in search of a wedding dress I wanted something simple yet beautiful. The girls were choosing bright coloured dresses. Polly chose a magnificent dress. I fell in love with it when I lay my eyes on it.
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I put the dress on, it embraced my curves yet it wasn't too skintight. "You look like a princess" Polly exclaimed, she spun me around. Looking at me admirably with her watery eyes. The other girls circled me bickering non-stop, I giggled out of shyness. I bought the dress and we left to go to the Garrison. Surprise, surprise. Polly ordered 5 whiskeys, typical. We chugged our whisky and left the private room. The barman called me over, "what is the problem? Sir" I asked "oh there's no problem I was just wondering if you could sing sometime in here, everyone here has been waiting to hear your 'angelic voice' we could really use a bit of fun in here. Plus everyone here has been waiting to see or hear you but half these folks couldn't afford it in the big fancy clubs". I was about to reply when Ada shouted "she can sing right now" and the other girls being tipsy cheered me on, until the whole bar was chanting my name. I gave in as two men lifted me onto to a clear spot on the bar table. I was more confident than usual as I was a bit tipsy too. I sang Bang Bang, dramatically dancing along in time of the rhythm and words. Even some of the men were singing and even dancing with each other. The crowd and atmosphere here was incomparable to London, everyone seemed more happy and laid back. "Sing a sad one, little songbird". I thought of the song I just finished writing yesterday wanting to know what everyone truthfully though of it, I went ahead and sang it.
"I love you my hard englishman Your rage is like a fist in my womb Can't you forgive what you think I've done" Thinking of what Michael might soon think of me after I tell him the truth. "And love me - I'm your woman And I desire you my hard englishman And there is no more natural thing So why should I not get loving Don't be cold englishman How come you've never said you love me In all the time you've known me" 3 years "How come you never say you're sorry And I do Ah, please talk to me englishman What good will shutting me out get done Meanwhile crazies are killing our sons" Thinking of Anna again. "Oh listen - englishman I've honoured you - hard englishman Now I am calling your heart to my own" I was singing at the top of my voice now, raw emotion pouring into each word. "Oh let glorious love be done Be truthful - englishman How come you've never said you love me" I opened my eyes to see Michael and the Shelby boys standing watching me, but their eyes were not as hard as usual. "In all the time you've known me How come you never say you're sorry And I do" The two words I will say to Michael in 3 days. "I do"
I looked over all the people in the bar, the song seemed to hit the woman hard as some of them as they discreetly cried to themselves probably relating to the song more than the 'hard' Englishmen. But some of the men were wiping their eyes. They slowly applauded. They liked it.
