*closes his eyes as he sweetly sings of loneliness and heartache, not opening them again until the last B-flat fades and meets with low applause (after a pause, as though his audience instinctively fears to intrude on his privacy)*
*nods his thanks and then raises an eyebrow at the folks in the chairs* That song gets any radio play, I'll know who leaked it. *quirks a crooked smile at the answering chuckles and gets to his feet* *finds his sax (back in its case) in a corner of the stage and grabs it and his coat, not hearing the collective sigh behind him)*
*gives everyone a little wave and a "'night, all" before heading out the back way*