Lettie

The crowd murmured restlessly as the latest singer of the night left the stage. They hated these little moments of quiet, the lull between performers. So when the host stepped up and grabbed the mic, they cheered, stomping and clapping, despite not knowing what was next. "Ladies and gentleman, please put your hands together for our final artist of the evening. You may know her mother, Darla Vicenta, but tonight we welcome this electrifying up-and-coming 'jazzebel,' Lettie Vicenta!" **With a proud, confident strut and a grin to match, Lettie crossed the stage, briefly hugging the host and accepting the microphone. Her dark skin glinted under the stage lights, her coffee-colored eyes admiring each spectator one by one. Each step she took caused her billowing purple gown to swirl arou