live performance

...my rough voice mixing with her soft lips over a beat tapped out on empty barrels. 'Every thug needs a lady,' she whispered back, eyes sparkling in the dim light, and for that second, the factory, the ocean I’d have to cross, none of it existed. Just us, the bass thumpin' while we...

All of a sudden, harsh footsteps echoed on the concrete. A woman in a crisp, dark uniform materialized from the shadows, her face tight with disapproval. She didn't yell, just moved straight to Taylor, her hand firm on that expensive-looking jacket sleeve. "Come along, Ms. Swifty," she said, pulling Taylor back towards the world she belonged in, leaving me alone with the fading beat and the sudden, crushing silence.

This booking is for a three song act. I'm more than happy to accommodate custom requests.