Damn, it was good to be around her own kind again. Spending so much time with mortals did take its toll on you. But all the while, she never let up on the music. Her music. There was nothing more important in the world to her. There was nothing else that could possibly compare, nor make her feel whole. Her eyes followed the pen, her strumming growing slightly faster at that though still more of a background music. It was strange; it was as though it were coming from a speaker overhead rather than from her lap. That was the interesting thing about her, she could make her music sound as though it were coming from a completely different place than where it was coming from.
A sweet, mellow smile appeared on her lips. Those were such beautiful, sweet words. “CD’s. There’s a love-hate relationship there. Can’t decide if I like ‘em or not.” Even records, every type of recording device. While she liked being able to record spontaneity, she wasn’t much of a fan of having songs recorded over and over again. But at the same time she liked it. It was one big circle: one day she’ll like it, the next she won’t. She simply couldn’t decide. When your life revolved around being music it was a strange and confusing feeling.
Her smile widened a little at the story about the man. She could recount a few stories with complete strangers. How many times had she gotten high with someone she’d only known for fifteen minutes? Even she couldn’t count.
A chuckle as she broke away a moment from humming, “I’m bound to find my way to Orleans.” Her birthplace, her hometown, the place she’d always go back to in the end. No matter how long she stayed or wanted to stay elsewhere. “Jack,” she said, as though testing the name. “It suits you.” And then she glanced around at the park as though waiting for the answer. “’s far as I know, things are going fast. Big brother’s here, so’s Classic and Grunge, and Punk… and a lot of the Drugs,” she said as almost an afterthought. The mention of the Drug gods seemed to be a little disturbing to her. She knew there was no escaping them being around. They would always be around. They would always be wanted, needed, taken. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t keep her distance… at least from… that one. “Still haven’t seem ‘em yet.”
She gave a little shrug, “I’ve only been here a couple ‘o days. But it feels like there are a lot of us. Lots of oldies… I like to call ‘em that. Kinda scary, intimidating. But I have no reason to be around ‘em.” While Jazz was accepting of the older gods, she wasn’t fond of them per say. She liked to stay away from them if she could help it. Why stray away from the familiar? Besides, she wasn’t exactly powerful and she always figured it was best to just keep her distance. Her eyes flicked back over to him, “What’s it about? Or is that a secret?”