The Band(Jones Sparrow and Leiley)IC
The New York night was young. Lights flashed and flared, cars drove by, honked, parked, you name it. Everyone knew that the best places to be were speakeasies. One of the best ones was called the Ace in downtown Manhattan. It was the largest, fanciest, and most elegant. In the back alleyway(which was closed off for certain reasons) a man was screaming as loud as he could. For Raymond Chase, this was a normal night for him. He pulled in a breath of smoke from his cigarette. He wore a charcoal suit with a dark blue tie, and matching fedora. A group of his close friends were huddled around a man on the floor. One held a baseball bat, and the other four were there for support. "You are a little snitch, Martinez!" Buddy Grace, the man with the bat yelled.
"He threatened to cut my hand off!" The man whimpered, cowering at the bat. "What the hell made you think that we wouldn't do the same if we found out? We're gonna do more than cut off a hand!" Charlie Hayes, another said. This is when Raymond stepped in. These men weren't only the main performance band for The Ace, they were also a very notorious gang. Raymond was the leader. He knelt to the man, patting him on the cheek. "We trusted you, Al... but then you snitch us out to a cop saying where one of our most secure bootlegging area was? tsk tsk tsk." Ray said, shaking his head. "We really don't like un loyal people, Al... I thought you had brains. Turns out youre just shit. I hope it was worth it for the small time, Martinez... 'cause you ain't coming out of this alley alive." And with that he got up and walked out of the circle, a cry leapt out before it was muffled, and the alley went quiet.
Raymond and his friends walked into the back doors of the Ace, fixing their ties and suits as they did. They took care of the body, and threw it in the dumpster, the man coming in the morning to get rid of it for good. Raymond and the Band were up in a few minutes. It was safe to say that they played jazz better than the Harlem Boys who created it. They got their instruments, Raymond preforming mostly with the saxophone, but could play all the instruments rather well.
They walked on stage into a very large room filled with a dance floor for the swing, and tables displayed with table cloths, the walls were filled with red velvet curtains and a nice large chandelier in the center. The entrance and exit were up a staircase, one on each side and curving to the center of the room. This wasn't an ordinary club. this was meant to be luxurious. Once everyone got settled, Raymond started them off, and the jazz began to play. They started with a fast paced, energetic song, and ended with a slow dance for those special couples out in the stands.