“less go play some music.”
“Well,” Slim laughed, and didn’t care, “less go play some music.”
And we all went in the Pink Cat Club suit or no suit, on time or early or what-all, you know. Well, it was early. The boss wasn’t there yet. The bandstand wasn’t lit up. Folks was drinkin at the bar and playin the big jukebox machine and talkin low.
Slim ran up the bandstand, and clicked on the light. “Come on Charley, let’s have some piano.” Charley allowed it was too early and hung back shy, but Slim allowed no such thing and dragged him up there. Charley said the other boys in the band wasn’t here yet but it made no difference to Slim. The other man that was with us, he was the drummer, and didn’t say nothin, but just sat down behind Slim and knocked the drum and chewed his gum. Well, when Charley seen this he decided to sit down at the piano and play the music too.
