The streams of water, illuminated like lasers, danced in perfect time to the strings, shooting skywards at each crescendo. And so the best that I can do is pray. And then the bass, and the brass, and the swinging-est tune I know. And the fountains erupted. The explosion of pyrotechnics, launching the water into the sky, echoed the beat of the tune.
Luck be a lady tonight.
Luck, if you've ever been a lady to begin with, luck be a lady tonight. This was it. A swinging town. And Vegas continued into the night. Drinks were drunk.