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Sort of a back-channel, hidden website, run by some of the elites in the underground music scene.
    BackBeats is sort of a calendar of upcoming events where you can find a variety of tastes to satisfy any musical palate.  If you like classical, thrash metal, pop, rock, or any other genre, they listed the concerts, gigs, raves, and other venues.  It didn't matter which side of strictly legal they were on.
    A good percentage of the entries were posted by Ronnie Marx, a local rave organizer gone legit,  Bear, the man that was always posting about Minuette's Phantom Melodies.  Not to mention the Broken Note instrument repair shop, they have their finger on the pulse of the London music scene.
    Mindy paused on one entry and pointed at Ronnie Marx's name.  “He's the manager at that new club that spotlights raw, up and coming talent, Walker's.  They'd have a variety of people there since they cater to all types of music before they end the nights with jazz.  Why don't you hit their car park?”
    I nodded, that made a lot of sense.  We tried to never hit the same place twice if we could help it.  The only exception is some of the raves that rotate venues, it is varied enough that we only overlapped every six months or so.  So this would be our one-shot at Walker's.
    I started packing my shoulder bag.  “That's brill.”  She was already loading the address onto my mobile.  The map showed me that Walker's was right on a bus line and had a tube station just a block over.  That was handy for us of the transportation-impaired lot.
    I looked at Mind.  “We really need to start tucking cash away for a vehicle.  Just look at how much we spend on filling our oyster cards each month.  Between the both of us that's a car payment in itself.”
    She nodded thoughtfully then smirked a little.  “Public transportation grinding you down?”
    I gave her a mock-snitty look. “Bloody hell woman.  You never come out with me to see the types of people who ride the tube late at night.”
    She chuckled at me and countered as she moved over to the piano bench, “You are the one who insists on getting our music out there for people to experience.”
    I sighed.  “Your music Mind.  People need to hear it.”
    She tilted her head and said carefully, “Minuette's music.”  Then she furrowed her brow a little.  “But you are right, we should start squirreling away some nuts for an automobile of our own.”  I grinned a little realizing that we were doing it again.  It was always we or us when we started making plans, never I or me.  I really liked that.
    She grinned and made a show of wiggling her fingers in a dismissive motion.  “Now shoo woman.  Need to create some music while you're out.”  She shot me a cute little wink and turned to her piano and raised the fallboard and started playing “Mary Had a Little Lamb” with one finger.
    Lord help me if I didn't giggle and almost lose count of my steps toward the door.  Damn was that six or seven.  I growled in mock frustration at her grin, she meant to distract me on purpose.  I paced back to the table and then started counting my steps to the door again.
    I said, “See you soon, you evil woman.”
    She just smiled from ear to ear and rocked her head in a silly manner, back and forth with the one fingered music she was playing.  I shut the door behind me and leaned against it.  Bloody hell that was cute.  I swear she knows what it does to me somehow, and does it on purpose.  I closed my eyes and just imagined wiping that smug smile off her face with a kiss.
    I swallowed and opened my eyes, alrighty then, that was not a good plan, now I was heating up.  Time to concentrate on getting her music to the masses.  A moment later I was pacing off my steps to the tube.
    Now, I have never been to Walker's before, so I didn't know what to expect.  It opened its doors to London just last year and has become a hotbed for up and coming talent in all areas of the musical