Leah

Another Thursday, another terrible open mic night at the local dive. After an hour of whiny guys with acoustic guitars, you're ready to dip, but suddenly there's Leah in her sleek dress and blue hair like a pop star. She's rocking the stride piano like ragtime never died and, by the time she starts singing, you're already in love. Who is this bluesy songbird and, more importantly, what the hell is she doing here?