Post by jazz on Mar 8, 2008 19:14:11 GMT -5
So, this is New Orleans... the purple-haired girl stated to herself. It was the first time Jazz had seen the city, and it impressed her much. Walking through the streets with her acoustic guitar in her back, she knew this was the right place to achieve the small fame she always wished for. She had hoped to see something supernatural as well, after hearing rumors from her past travels. However, she was just happy to be in the town. Jazz took out her guitar, laid the guitar case wide open on the ground, and began to play for the pedestrians.