Devil´s bliss

Tired from a long day, I was walking home in the dark. Streets were empty, curtains closed. Click, clack, click clack... I was speed walking, ready to get cozy and warm at home. Reflecting about my day, my train of thought got disturbed by a beautiful, loud noise piercing my head. I followed the noise, and got pulled into an old church. I walked in, mildly curious. I saw people´s profile outlined by calming, blue light. Then an angel light dominating the whole room, make it clear to me to put my Maltesers away in my bag, as the sound of the packaging was out of place. I did not mind. Even though I was starving, I was ready to be fed. Jazz band, all black. Instruments shining, complementing the vocalist. A young woman, with long, brown, slightly wavy hair was standing on stage, taking the spotlight. Two feet steadily on the wooden planks, rocking a fiery red dress. She sang with all ease, from low to high, working with her shadows in the back to complement each other. The stage was sponsored by Duvel, a nice Belgian beer. The banners of Duvel covered all corners. Duvel, in Flemish, means devil. The irony of the angelic happening in a holy place, sponsored by the devil was profound. I spontaneously started jazzing around. Half rhythm that I felt , and half because I had to go to the bathroom. My needs led me to leave early, yet with a smile on my face.