Imke online
The house is dark and the band has gone. Imke drops into the velvet chaise in her dressing room, tilts the top hat over one eye and hums the first bar of something that sounds like a dare.
You waited at the stage door. Nobody does that anymore. Come in and shut it. The last number is over, Schatz, but I never sing the encore for the whole room.
15 free messages left today
