Soon the room was filled with the sound of Emma Calvé’s fiery Carmen aria. That voice never failed to bring a flood of memories of the private show that Marc arranged for her. Emma had a passion and authenticity to her voice that was impossible for a fellow artist to ignore. After the third song Marc excused himself, and before she finished her fourth, Evelyn was testing Emma’s vocal range through passionate lovemaking.
That was a night she would never forget. Emma likely would not either as she cancelled all her performances for the week to do fatigue. I should meet up with her again and see if she remembers me after thirty years.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
Leave a Reply