Who: Anyone
What: New opening
Where: The roadhouse
The grand opening is advertizing. Flyers on noticeboards and a radio spot on the local station and a note on the forums that just says Lux: open Saturday. When it opens, there's a trickle of people from the Capital who are curious about small-town attempts at big city clubs and the trickle is enough for steady business.
Inside
it's very different to burlesque velvet and beads, luxury oozing off the walls. It's pared down industrial, and
lights and the music played is layered, modern with piano threaded over and through until you can't pull apart the classic from the newly invented. The piano? That's
in the pit, lowered seating comfortable enough to get
comfortable and a side-on view of the piano player. It's bigger on the inside than it looks on the out, optical illusion or just good interior decoration and as guilt-money tokens go? It's pretty impressive.
The opening night, the bartenders are still learning. There's laughter over music, and the servers circulate, all in black determined to ensure a good night.