Dessi is about to chide Tilda again, but pauses, noticing a few people peeling off from the crowd and heading for the building next door. She elbows Tilda.
DESSI
What’s it like in there?
TILDA
What? Where?
DESSI
That club.
She squints to read the sign of the club next to the Lafayette.
TILDA
The Ubangi Club? You never heard of it?
DESSI
I heard of it, but I never been in.
Tilda grabs Dessi’s hand and pulls her toward the club entrance.
TILDA
Well, dat’s where we goin’!
DESSI (PULLING BACK, RESISTING)
Wait! How much it cost to get in there?
Tilda picks up a red and blue flyer from the sidewalk that reads “Harlem’s Hot Spot! Ubangi Club. Gladys Bentley with a cast of 40!”
TILDA
It says three shows nightly. No cover charge!
DESSI
Free sound like exactly what we can afford. Let’s go!
The two girls rush to the club, where a tall man guards the entrance.
MAN
You ladies coming inside? We could use some pretty girls like you.
DESSI
Is it true that it’s free?
MAN
No cover charge, long as you ready to spend two dollars each.
DESSI