A handful of people collect around a dim stage; it’s early, a Wednesday night, and people sip their drinks nonchalantly. Maya Yianni fits effortlessly into the crowd, seemingly inviting them up on stage with her as she steps up, casually and without nerves, chatting into the microphone with as much ease as if she was standing right here, beside you. It is the same effect when the first notes begin to spiral out, not the notes that might be expected of a 5’2″ petite blonde. They are not sweet notes, they are not small notes; this is a big voice that zaps…

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