The pianist's tune faded out, and he would stand, opening up the grand piano and peering inside. Tuning? Something else? Who could tell. The dancer would finish her final twirl and take a deep bow, letting the polite applause roll across her, until, at last, she would clear her throat, reaching for a hitherto untouched microphone. A few taps to make sure it was on, and she would give her lips a quick lick before beginning.

And when she spoke, just for a second, the crowd stopped everything. 

"It is a real pleasure to be here," spoke the woman, her German accent heavy. In the silence of the room, you could hear boots falling outside, shouting on the street. "I came here all the way from Spandau, in Berlin, would you believe?" The woman continued, her smile bright and sunny. "But this country, much like its people, is so beautiful! It is such a shame there is all this nastiness about the war and the fighting, but, I do so sinceirely hope that once it is done, it will spark a new era of enlightenment between our peoples."

She continued talking, the crowd's tension easing away slightly. "My friend here, the pianist? He came from Poland, but look at him! Good aryan blood in those veins." She let out an airy laugh. "Of course, with all that being said, I must admit that when I heard of those that would subvert the German government's wishes, I was just... Horrified. So horrified in fact that I had to come here immediately." She put her arms to her side, expression blank. 

From outside the sound of boots on cobblestone stopped. Heads turned, and hearts sunk. A squad of German soldiers, blank-faced and carrying MP40s had all stopped outside, the barrels aimed firmly into the cafe. The pianist, from where he had been examining the inner workings of the piano, would finally stand up straight, tossing a luger across to the dancer and racking the slide back on a broomhandled C96. 

"Auf Wiedersein," was the last word that could be heard before the world exploded into gunfire.