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brightened again and the spots centered on
the casual figure on the stage. As Johnny
Dutton finished another number the
applause was spontaneous and
enthusiastic.
The lounge was almost completely filled,
though more with middle-aged women
than others and the young singer had a
way of capturing the audience completely.
His delivery was ultra-casual and the
smooth richness of his voice was a portent
of the great star many figured him soon to
become.
As the orchestration behind him launched
into a Bossa Nova medley, the man
singing in the center of the stage had the
total attention of the women in theaudience, but many of the men had settled
on a different attraction.
To these men the stunningly beautiful girl
seated alone at a small table held more
fascination for them than any male singer
could ever have.
Even in the dimness of the showroom it
was evident that the leggy brunette was
extraordinarily lovely. Her glossy ebony
hair was very long and draped casually
over one shoulder, so black and glistening
that it seemed to be a deep royal purple.
The darkness of her hair was strikingly
contrasted with the china white of her skin
and the light grey-blue eyes.
She sat oblivious to the stares of the men
in the audience, intent only on the singer,
and as he finished his song her applause
was even more enthusiastic than any other.
