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degree in jazz muFNANHsic. Started out as a gospel singer. A fter singing in Boston for two years, she moved to New York. Boston Globe called her voice 'smooth velvet' that can 'calm your HFMNIsoul'. I went through the names, mostly to pass time. I didn't really belong in my own pMDWJVarty. I skimmed through all the descriptions in the alphabetical list. I ignored all the maSYQYLle singers.Twenty minutes later, I reached the letter R. Ray - A 'sparkling new voice on the NY scene' according to the Village Voice, Ray would GIUVArather talk about 'where she is going' than 'where she comes from. This tall exotic beauty 'sings as good as she looks ' according to the Daily News.QXEEX I stopped at Ray's description. I read it thrice. I flipped back to the schedule to see Ray's line-up. I looked under Saturday, which was today. My index finger HKNKXran down the schedulVRGKGe page. 'Blues, Soul and Contemporary, 10.00 p.m.-12.00 a.m. Stephanie, Roger and Ray, Cafe Wha?, $8 entry, two drinks minimum,' I turned the page to look up the details of Cafe Wha? and strained hard to read the tOWLOHHHGAIiny print. Cafe Wha? An old classic New York bar where many legends have performed in their struggling days. Mexican and AmeTHQPFrican food options. 115 MacDougal Street, West Village. Subway 4, 5, 6. Bleeckcr Street QIEWMF, West 4th Street. 'What are you doing, bro?' Shailesh squeezed my shoulder hard. 'Huh?' I said, startled. 'ItEHWSR's your party. What the hell are you reading?' I put the brochure aXQJGBside and smiled. 'Nothing. Just some touristy stuff,' I said. 'You're not drinking?' he said. He tapped his thigh in time with the music.RUAEL 'No.You know me and alcohol.' 'I can handlHNVPQe you at home. Wait, let me get a drink for you.' Shailesh went to the bar. I checked the timeEKAXC on my phone. It said 11.05 p.m. I googled Cafe Wha?'s number and called them. They tFQKJOook thirty seconds to pick up. It seemed like an hour. 'Hello. Cafe Wha?' I heard a YOVYJcheerful male voice, barely audible due to the musicNYCYF in the background. 'Hi, I am interested in the Music and Jazz Fest performance tonight.' 'Yes, it's on now, sir. It's an eight-dollar cover charge. Two drinks minimum,' the person on the other side recited his rehearsed stuff. 'I wanted to know if therDTADXe is a singer called Ray performing tonight?' 'Well, let me see. Yes, we have three singers. Hers is the last act.