Nadia took us to The Zebra Lounge because she knew the bartender. It's this quaint little piano bar tucked somewhere near Clark and Division. She looked more exotic than normal in contrast to mostly white people with gelled hair and Polos. I still have no idea who the pianist is, but he's their regular if that counts for anything. We stayed long enough for him to replay his set, twice.
By his intermission, the place is packed. We lucked out, arriving early, to anchor a spot right at the corner of the bar. The speakers are blaring your typical in-between music until a gem comes on- "Hold On" by Wilson Philips.
At first the opening notes are met with a loud cheer, followed by everyone singing along the second the words kick in. While we were all singing with the pianist originally, this one is different. Casual screamed conversation grew silent giving way to a full on rock out. Strangers are high-five-ing and singing to each other. People, once propped against the wall are jumping up and down. Drinks are being spilled but no one really cares.
When it's over, everyone get's back to their small groups like it never happened.
I have a penchant for the ridiculous, and a love for accidental humanity. I look at Nadia and tell her that it was the perfect moment. She takes a sip of her red wine, and with glowing, black lined eyes, she agrees.
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