Beau
We landed an hour later in New Orleans. Archer said we needed to find Fat Louise's Music Hall. We walked up and down the streets for more than hour before the large neon sign glowed like a beacon, beckoning us inside.
The bar was dark and smelled strongly of stale cigarette smoke, s*x, and booze. There was stage that was lit up with several overhead lights pointing downward.
"Where should we start lookin'?" I asked Asher but his face had lit up and he was pointing at the stage. An obsidian haired angel with bright green eyes came onto the stage wearing an emerald, green corset and tight leather pants. A soft melodic tune began to hum out around the room as her voice filled the room.
“I had a dream about a burning house
You were stuck inside, I couldn't get you out
I laid beside
