#088 Beat Out dat Rhythm on a Drum (Carmen Jones, 1957)
“AAAAHHHHH!!!” I heard the screams and nodded to the conductor to play something louder.
At the start of our nightshift, Lace, one of our girls, came in with a shiner no make-up could hide. She knew it needed to be reported to Vinny. If there’s one thing he hates, it’s a man who raises his hands to a woman.
The door to his private office opened briefly and I could see a mound on the floor. Half alive. Half rat begging for mercy.
Lace entered his office for the best part. When the song finished there were no more screams.
I feel it beatin’ in my bones
It feel like twen’y millyun tomtoms
I know dere’s twen’y millyun tomtoms
Beatin’ way down deep inside my bones
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