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History in Living Colour - Friday, Period 3 (Week 13)

The town of Tombstone looked a heck of a lot like it was straight out of a Western. The buildings lined Main Street, the central point of the town being the saloon. Horses were tied up at several points along the street, minding their own business. The one noticeable thing that differed from the other simulations the class had been through was that there were no people. This time, the class would populate the town.

Welcome to Arizona circa 1881.

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Lola perched herself on the edge of the piano and played with her feather boa.

The only thing she really knew about the old west was from spaghetti westerns, but this was kind of fun, anyway. She wondered if she could get the player piano to play "Bei mir bist du schoen".

"Evenin', ma'am," Alice said, giving Lola a once over and a leer. She had a feeling outlaws were required to leer at saloon girls, and she wanted to be properly historical.

Lola wondered how many lesbians there were in the actual old west. Still, saloon girls weren't picky, were they.

"Afternoon," Lola attempted to drawl it out, but her German accent might've gotten in the way.

"'S a nice boa you've got there," Alice nodded. Nursing her drink. "You play that pi-ano?"

She was trying for a gruff, Western twang, but her sharp British inflection kept peeking through.

Lola twirled the end of her boa in one hand. "Ne. I sing and dance."

"Let's hear a song," Alice said, wishing she had a cigar to chomp on. Did outlaws have cigars? It seemed as though gruff lines should accompany cigars, along with three days' worth of five-o'clock shadow. So much for either, then.

Lola eyed the piano, but figured this was the sort of thing a saloon girl did, so she had to play her part.

Her rendition of "Twinkle, twinkle little star" in German would have to do for now, though.

Robin, his guitar slung over his shoulder moseyed over. "Howdy, you a singer?"

"More of a dancer, really."

"Ya don't say. Got yourself an accompanist?"

"No, I dance."

She might have thought he was asking about an accordion.

Robin paused a moment to be confused. "You don't need music to dance?"

"It helps, ja."

"That's what an accompanist does."

"Yes, but only if you know how to play it."

"Would a guitar do?"

"Instead of an accompanist?"

"No no, an accompanist is someone who plays music, to accompany a singer or a dancer." Ah, language barriers.

"Ja. Plays an accompany." She mimed playing an accordion.

"Oh! You mean an accordian."

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