The Jazz Club

Chapter One

partly edited
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October 6th 1919.

Julia's heart pounded as she stood in front of him. As he smiled, his eyes creased and a small blush began to appear on the tips of his ears.

"So, do you want to go with me?" He asks her again, this time when she opens her mouth words finally come out.

"S-Sure," She stuttered, beginning to smile. He quickly responds by wrapping his arms around her in a hug. "I'd love to go with you"

"Great," It was only after a moment or two when he finally pulled away. Julia felt her own cheeks heat up as she shyly looked down to the floor. "Let's talk about this more a different time okay?" He asks, she quickly nods her head.

"That'll be good"

Parting ways, Julia watches as he vanishes from her sight and she places her hands on her cheeks to try and cool her heated cheeks. Giggling to herself, she turns and heads in the direction of home, unable to wait to tell her sister, Irene, the big news.
It was still light outside by the time she got home, hurriedly opening the door her giggles soon fill the apartment.

"Irene!" She calls, continuing to giggle as she let the door shut behind her. Running through the living room, she leaves her bag on the small sofa before running to the kitchen. "Irene?"

She couldn't help, but let a small pout cross her lips as her shoulders dropped. Irene wasn't home and that meant she probably wouldn't be home for a while, because when Irene worked, she worked for days at a time.

Going over to the small sofa, she plopped herself down on it before slipping off her shoes. Julia was used to being on her own from time to time, but when she wanted to tell Irene the news she had about Eugene asking her to the local dance, she felt lonely.

She didn't realise how long she had been sat there when the next thing she knew was she was being awakened to the sound of the door opening and closing. Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, the sound of Irene's laughter filled her ears.

Irene was the spitting image of their mother, long curly brown hair with hazel eyes. Her cheeks used to be slightly chubby before they thinned out once Irene hit twenty. As Irene was the spitting image of their mother, Julia, on the other hand, was a spitting image of their father. Her hair was shorter than Irene's and her tight curls were framed around her face neatly, however, compared to her sister, her eyes were bright green with slight flecks of hazel.

"Hey, there sleepy head" Julia jumped up and quickly wrapped her arms around her sister. Irene continued to giggle patting Julia on the head as she looked down at her. "What's up with you?"

"I missed you," Julia mumbled, once she remembered her news, she quickly pulled away from Irene with a big smile. "Guess what happened today!"

Irene made a face to herself as she thought, tilting her head slightly she looked at Julia.

"What happened today?"

"Well, Eugene asked me to the dance" Julia smiled as she giggled, "Isn't that cool?"

Irene nodded her head in response before heading to the kitchen. Placing her bag on the counter top, she grabbed a kettle and started to fill it up with water to put onto the cooker.

"That sounds great"

"What about you though, I thought you were working?" Julia asked, her voice peaking in curiosity. Jumping up and sitting on the countertop Irene clicked her tongue in disapproval.