The sun streamed onto the shiny wood floor through the black wrought iron bars. The July morning sizzled with the summer heat, although it was only eight o'clock in the morning. Lola was doing stretches in the middle of the floor, her satiny legs in black tights, a wrinkled aqua tee shirt cut off just above her belly button. The music was slow, calm, seductive, aching, perfect for a summer morning. The drummer had jumped out the window the day before the concert, somewhere in New York City. Luther Vandross was a favorite of Lola's this summer. She carried the tape wherever she went, from the conservative streets of Lexington to the New York City heat and eventually, Europe.
Denise Hickey
Summer of 1987
The East Village
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