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30 July 2013 @ 09:57 am
LJ Idol Exhibit B: "Unforgettable"  
LJ Idol Exhibit B | week ten | 1301 words
All That Jazz (an intersection with lrig_rorrim, whose story on 'Beneath the surface' can be found here.)


The Excelsior was not the fanciest or best-known venue in Harlem, but it had history and a certain ambience. Many of the great artists had played there, and Billings Bodry's chance finally came his second year of touring with the New Notes Quartet. He was the group's front man, and they'd made a big enough name for themselves that doors were opening to places he'd long dreamed of playing.

The group arrived by train just after noon on Friday, and took their suitcases and equipment over to the Luxe Hotel. They'd been offered rehearsal time at the Excelsior, and headed over there after lunch.

The men set up onstage: Slats Wilson on drums, Lincoln Harris on string bass, Bernard Doucet at the piano, and Billings with his array of saxophones. They positioned the amps and microphones, got themselves settled, and tuned up. Then they went into their traditional warm-up piece, I Get A Kick Out Of You. Billings used the alto sax for that, and for the next several pieces. The horn's leaning flat today, he thought. Something to keep his ear on later that night. He switched to tenor sax for a few numbers, working that smooth, smooth sound with authority. The band shifted into a couple of original tunes, things he'd collaborated on with Bernie. Not bad—tight, lots of energy. We've got the moves. After a few more turns on the tenor, and a solo piece for Bernie, Billings was ready to try out their newest piece, the one he'd been cooking up for a few months. He picked up his baritone sax, and after a quick check for pitch, they started in.

'Just Messin' Around' was a bit of a stomp, in 5/4 time. Audiences likely wouldn't mind the unusual meter—it just made the music seem to rush forward, livening things up. The bari sax added a playful touch, and nothing honked like a bari. Whenever they did this piece it was like jamming, even though it was written all the way through. It was just fun, pure and simple.

Yessir, we are smokin'. This one's ready to add to the show. The Quartet jived and swayed as they played, and the stage seemed to move and shake right along with them. That was the power of getting caught up in the music.

They were all nearly giddy by the time that number was done, and finished out with a standard and couple of mournful blues tunes. Billings would work out the order before the night's performance, but they'd covered everything they needed to practice and a few extra songs just in case.

The men all went back to the hotel to dress for the performance and find a place to eat. Billings often tried to fill up the time between practice and the actual show—it kept Slats from pumping his arm full of poison, at least until after they'd finished the gig.

At the Yellow Rose Café, he sketched out the sets, reworking here and there. It could all change once they went live, depending on the mood of the audience and the feel of the show, but planning lessened the jitters. The food arrived—hot and plentiful, not quite tasting of home but near enough. All four men liked the relative ease of working in Harlem, where there was no color barrier blocking the way when a man needed a place to sleep or eat.

They went to the Excelsior afterwards, and were admitted backstage. The equipment was still set up where they'd left it. Billings checked all the microphones and amps, making sure they still worked. With half an hour until the doors opened to customers, Billings paced, working his lips on a mouthpiece and keeping an eye on Slats while Lincoln dozed on a worn-out sofa. Bernie sat onstage at the piano, noodling around lightly and practicing occasional runs. Once the Excelsior opened, he'd be doing the same thing backstage on a tabletop, keeping his fingers nimble.

At fifteen minutes to showtime, Billings pulled a flask out of his inside suit pocket and took a couple of long swallows. He wanted just enough to make him loose, but not enough to mess him up. He wasn't much of a drinker, not like Bernie, but at least Bernie stayed relatively sober on playing days. Small favors, Billings thought. Gotta take 'em where you find 'em.

At last, management gave them the signal. The Quartet stepped out onstage, smiling and nodding to the audience. More than half of the tables were filled, and Billings felt a surge of energy and anticipation. He picked up his alto sax as the other men got situated. Then Slats counted off, and they went into their first number.

They followed It Don't Mean A Thing with an up-tempo version of How High The Moon, and halfway through people got up and started dancing next to the stage. The Quartet played couple of slightly slower pieces after that, then transitioned into April In Paris. Billings worked the melancholy notes of the solo like never before, and was pleased to see a tear or two on the faces of several people down below. The next tune was Midnight Sun, with its winding melodies punctuated by clipped piano chords, and then The A' Train whipped up the energy all over again and doubled the number of people dancing in front of the stage.

No better time than now. "Let's do Messin' Around," Billings said to the group. The audience was in the mood for it, and the band had the juice to pull it off.

He traded his alto sax for the bari, and pointed his finger at Lincoln. The string-bass intro started the piece, and the rest of the group came in on the second bar. It was just the way they'd rehearsed it—smart and snappy, the kind of music that made you want to move. Billings could feel the whole stage vibrating as they played, all the notes falling in place in a rhythm so strong it came right back at them from the floor itself.

Damn, but we sound good! The audience was hopping and stomping to the beat, everyone wrapped up in it together. Billings was dizzy with the moment. His piece was going over hotter than the standards they'd played before it. Bernie looked like he was fighting as hard to stay on top of the music as Billings was—as if the stage was a wild thing, trying to buck both of them off. The whole world tilted and weaved as the group played on, dangerously close to being out of control but as amazing a ride as there ever was. Knew this place was magic, Billings thought, but it was more than that. The right time, the right venue, with the music and the audience in perfect synergy—he'd dreamed of it his entire career.

Suddenly Billings heard a loud banging noise right behind him, and someone in the audience screamed.

Not the damn amp, please don't let it blow! He kept playing, refusing to look and make the problem real. The rest of the band stumbled to a halt and something grabbed hold of Billings and lifted him into the air, something huge and black and rubbery.

Lord, what on earth!

The audience erupted in panic, people yelling and tripping over each other as they rushed toward the exits. Billings dropped the sax as the grip around his middle tightened, and he was yanked down through the stage and into darkness. The world became a pinprick of fading light up above as a black haze of pain and blood-loss and confusion closed in.

It had been so perfect and now it was ending, and Billings died without ever knowing why.

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Kellykajel on July 30th, 2013 05:24 pm (UTC)
Well that was....unexpected. I was so caught up in the story I had to read the end a couple of times....lol.

I am glad I read yours first.

Edited at 2013-07-30 06:55 pm (UTC)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on July 31st, 2013 04:56 am (UTC)
I added lrig_rorrim's prompt into the link, because I think the ending is probably slightly less expected if you know what the other prompt is. And you know her work. :D

The ending was unexpected to poor Billings, too. Way too high a price to pay for the perfect show!
adoptedwriteradoptedwriter on July 30th, 2013 05:58 pm (UTC)
Oh no!!!!!!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on July 31st, 2013 04:58 am (UTC)

That other prompt really drove the under current to this story, as you might imagine. :D

Desireex_disturbed_x on July 30th, 2013 09:54 pm (UTC)
The story was very pleasent and I was wondering when the 'huh' factor would set in. When I got to the end I was surprised but expected something shocking to happen!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on July 31st, 2013 05:00 am (UTC)
It was all too good to be true for long, wasn't it?

We so often feel that way when life cuts us a break, but in Billings' case it turned out to be true!
Didn't want to beanyonesghost on July 30th, 2013 10:14 pm (UTC)
I always had my suspicions about jazz quartets ... now I know why!
Nicely done. :-)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on July 31st, 2013 05:03 am (UTC)
Apparently, it's possible for music to be too delicious, at least for some!
oxymoron67oxymoron67 on July 31st, 2013 02:09 am (UTC)
That was a nice surprise ending.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on July 31st, 2013 05:09 am (UTC)
Once you know lrig_rorrim's prompt, you know why Billings' fate was sealed.

Poor guy. Never has originality been so ill-timed. :O
cindytsuki_no_bara on July 31st, 2013 02:47 am (UTC)
i did not see that coming! like, all of a sudden SURPRISE!TENTACLE.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on July 31st, 2013 05:10 am (UTC)
Laura, aka "Ro Arwen": Cat and Witchroina_arwen on July 31st, 2013 06:19 pm (UTC)
These pieces definitely work well together - nicely done!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on August 1st, 2013 06:43 am (UTC)
Thank you! This was one of the hardest intersections I've done, because both of us are traveling on vacation (and I've been visiting family in muliple cities, meaning no mid-day online time and no time alone). But what a great partner. I've been looking forward to working with her since the earliest weeks of this mini-round!
favoritebeanfavoritebean on July 31st, 2013 09:33 pm (UTC)
That ending! I didn't expect that to happen. This is why clubs should provide their own sound systems. I hate messing with amps. Poor Billings. Sounded like it was a fantastic set too.

This was really well done.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on August 1st, 2013 06:45 am (UTC)
It's worse, because an exploding amp was what the sax player normalized the reality into. He would have thought, What else could it be? But never have imagined tentacles.

In writing this, I was thinking about that era of musicians traveling by bus/train to their gigs. Amps and such are fairly easy if you have a van or band bus, but on a train? The double-bass and multiple saxes are bad enough. It would be a pain, hauling all that stuff around!
theun4givablestheun4givables on August 1st, 2013 02:08 am (UTC)
What a way to go, man. Just...what a way to go.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on August 1st, 2013 06:47 am (UTC)
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition tentacles!

That performance would sure be unforgettable for everyone else. Probably the stuff of nightmares. :O
Jemima Paulerjem0000000 on August 1st, 2013 06:30 am (UTC)
I like this. :)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on August 1st, 2013 06:49 am (UTC)
Thank you!

Now, how do you go down in the papers when your career ends like that? No matter what the witnesses saw, you just know it'll become something else. Sinkhole/earthquake/something. But never the actual truth. It's guaranteed to get misremembered. Unless the monster starts roaming the streets of New York in broad daylight-- THEN there will be no thought of the witness accounts surely being wrong.
lapis_lazuli615lapis_lazuli615 on August 1st, 2013 07:06 am (UTC)
Well done! I really enjoy the intersections that are complete of themselves, but more complete when you read the other!
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on August 1st, 2013 07:21 am (UTC)
I should have recommended that people read this one first, but we were so inside our own heads after working on these late at night that I forgot how ultimately weird the ending was!
☾witches on August 1st, 2013 07:16 am (UTC)
This is a really beautiful and haunting piece <3
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on August 1st, 2013 07:29 am (UTC)
Thank you so much-- I'm glad that earlier mood came through. I really enjoyed working in this era. It took a fair amount of research, but it was such a wonderful time period in Jazz.
Vice Captain of the Universesweeny_todd on August 1st, 2013 01:36 pm (UTC)
ahhhhh!!! didn't think that woudl happen.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on August 1st, 2013 04:06 pm (UTC)
NOBODY expects a tentacle attack! Though really, unless you're out at sea, how could you? :O
michikatinski on August 1st, 2013 09:19 pm (UTC)
I love the specificity you weave into this, between the songs and the place and the action between the people. (My most successful Idol piece ever was one that involved lots of concrete detail--it takes more time and research, but people around here really go for it. I know I do. :) )
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on August 2nd, 2013 05:31 am (UTC)
This one had a surprising amount of research-- alto sax standards, then verifying the 'vintage' of those pieces (arranging the order was the easiest part). Harlem jazz in that period, the exact musical trend of jazz in that era. There are people who know that sort of thing right off the top of their head, but it's murkier for me and I wanted to get it right.

It was a neat setting to work in, and I liked exploring the hope and enthusiasm of this group... even as I was preparing their doom. Which sounds kind of evil, but that's how it goes sometimes!
(no subject) - michikatinski on August 2nd, 2013 05:40 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Pr0n Swansonacalculatedname on August 1st, 2013 09:34 pm (UTC)
All the good ones die before their time, yo.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on August 2nd, 2013 05:32 am (UTC)
Rarely by tentacle monsters, but one way or another... they often do!