we start clapping together along with the music at the right times and it 's like we 're sharing a small stage ... in a classy bar tucked away in a big city that serves only the finest of wines ... and i 'm dressed in a skin-tight black dress that hugs my body down to my calves ... with tall high-heeled black shoes ... perfume ... cigars ... the sound of ice in the bottom of whiskey glasses , the tall mirrors lining the walls on either side of me , candles burning in deep , bubble-shaped amber candle holders in the center of every table in the audience , the sleek black piano on the stage to my left ... the woman with short jet-black hair on the stage beside me to my right ...