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.

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

"It's just a bit of Benoni," Lianie winked, throwing her guitar over her shoulder. "And that's all you really need." viberate.com/artist/lianie-may/">Lianie May ? AI responses may include mistakes. Learn more

The man sighed. "I'm looking for a star. Someone polished. Someone... sophisticated."