Lianie May - Bietjie Benoni -

As she played, the café regulars started to stomp their feet. The man in the suit stopped poking his food. He watched as Lianie transformed the dusty room into a dance floor. By the time she hit the final chord, he was grinning, his tie loosened.

The man sighed. "I'm looking for a star. Someone polished. Someone... sophisticated." Lianie May - Bietjie Benoni

"It’s not polished," he admitted, standing up. "It’s better." As she played, the café regulars started to

Lianie leaned against the counter and caught his eye. "You look like you need a bit of spice in your life," she chirped. By the time she hit the final chord,

She walked into the café, the heels of her boots clicking on the linoleum. At a corner table sat a man in a perfectly tailored suit, looking lost as he poked at a plate of pap and vlei. He was a city slicker from Pretoria, sent to scout "authentic talent," but he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.