The day was crisp with the wind blowing and removing debris on the ground only to skip it farther down the street. The air smelled like fresh sunflowers and felt as soft petals across ones cheek. It was a brand new day in Harlem. The atmosphere still had the previous feel of jubilee, rejoice, and lots of love. The sun was slowly becoming brighter by the minute as the streetlights on 135th street began to flicker off one by one. Jewels Sands continue to walk to her father's famous owned nightclub as she adjusted her fitted white shirt over her slim pink skirt and matching shoes. Jewels was 21 years old with carmel skin, matching dark brown eyes that sparkled like her nickname, and tight wavy hair pulled back in a bun. She was the first born out of three children of Bill W. Sands and Bertha Sands, the owners of Mahogany.
Jewels dream was to be a blues singer like the young, Bessie Smith that everyone was talking about. While her father wanted her to attend college and become a school-teacher, however, Jewels, desperately wanted to tour the country and sing from her soul. She knew in her heart Harlem was going to be the place to put her name in everyone's mouth in the music society circles. It was already beginning to attract the younger crowd of musicians and interesting intellectuals her father mingled with on a regular basis.
Jewels quickly looked over her freshen made-up face in the glass panel of the door to Mahogany's before walking inside. She beamed as she strutted her curvy figure inside passing two of her father's nightclub helpers. The two men smiled and quickly focused back to their chores - knowing not to look long at their boss's daughter. It at times bother Jewels in the event she wondered if she will ever get married as long as her father was so persistent on being overprotective.
Jewels passed the mahogany wood tables that shined as crystals beaming in sunny rays. The main room always had a warm and sensuous feeling - mixing with the rhythm of blues being performed on stage. It made everyone dream the night would stay forever young. The wonderful mahogany wood set the tone of history, beauty, and strength to sustain through anything - her father would say to Jewels.
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