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You know what this place could use? A nightclub.

Don't get me wrong, I like Good Spirits a lot, but you can't exactly go there for dinner and dancing. The pizzeria seems like it has room for musicians, but pizza's not exactly ritzy. Sometimes you just want to go somewhere nice and hear a good band, you know? Putting a Tex Beneke record on just isn't the same.

It wouldn't even have to be dance music all the time, either. Just some piano music, like--oh, what's his name--Chopin plays would be nice. We probably don't have enough musicians here to make a full-sized band anyway.

I'm not asking for the Stork Club here--Lord knows I wouldn't get in if I was--but there oughta be something else to do here at night. For the most part, this place is great, but it's kind of a one-horse town when it comes to entertainment.

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And I'm plenty appreciative, don't worry.

I guess it'd depend on what you wanted to teach me. [She can sing, albeit not well, and that's about it.] But I'd be willing to learn.

I could teach you to read some music. I can't get into anything as complicated as what Frederic can manage, but...well, the sorts of bands that exist in my world might not exist in yours', so I'm not sure how I'd provide credentials for myself.

I can take your word on credentials. Though if you really wanted to prove it, you could always sing something. [Which is meant jokingly, though she is admittedly a little curious about Giles' abilities. She wasn't really expecting them of him.]

[...dead silence for a very long time on Giles' end. He sounds...mildly panicked when he does finally replies. Or, um, maybe not mildly. This is what happens when you get too comfortable with the bantering, Giles.]

...n-now?

[His discomfort is pretty palpable, even without the luxury of speaking face to face, leaving her frowning. Oops.]

Well, not if you're not ready...

[Have the first two verses of "Piano Man", Kay.

...he actually is pretty good.]

[She doesn't know the song, but she can recognize a good voice when she hears it. And it's a pretty catchy tune, whatever it is.]

Hey, that was great! That was really great.

...What's that song?

"Piano Man". Performed by Billy Joel, released in 1973. For one thing, it's probably a bit after your time if it exists in your world at all. For another, it's not...a terribly good song, in my opinion, but it was the first thing that came to me.

Maybe I'll keep an eye out for it in twenty years. It sounds pretty good to me, but maybe you improved on it some. [The discovery that he can sing is a pretty good one! She won't be stingy with the compliments.]

[Trying not to smile too broadly. Mostly succeeding.]

S-So. Um. I-If you ever succeed in, um, starting this up, I'll be happy to assist.

...it's not a bad idea, when all is said and done.

It seems like it really might happen. [She's smiling, too, over on her end.] So you can be first on the list for acts.

I will do my very best to open the house.

...have you found the room for such a place, Kay?

Sounds like we could use the second floor of Seventh Heaven. So yes, tentatively.

Seventh Heaven has a second floor?

...and did I really just ask that?

I didn't know, either. I don't know if I've been in there more'n twice, though.

Neither have I. Between the three of us, we generally have food covered over here.

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