Jazz (originaldixie) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-02-23 21:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | indie, jazz |
Who: Jazz and Indie
What: A chance meeting
Where: Portland, Oregon
When: Tuesday night
Warnings: tbd
When Jazz decided to go somewhere, she went. Just picked up her sax and her suitcase and vanished, simple as that. Usually she liked to take her time about the getting there part, but today... today felt like a day to rush. The Portland Jazz Festival was going on from the 21st to the 28th, and if she hurried she could catch the last four days. So she booked a flight Tuesday morning in New York, and by early Tuesday evening she was in Portland. It didn't take long for her to find a musician's couch to crash on -- even if they'd never technically met before in their lives, her musicians always found themselves getting along with this woman.
She let her new acquaintance show her the way from his house to the part of town where the festival was being held. Once there, she parted ways with him. He was one of hundreds here, and infintesimal by comparison. Besides, she felt something else here. Through the delicious boost of power that came from being at an event held for her genre, there was the distinct feel of someone else. Oh, wasn't that a surprise? Pleasant, if not entirely expected.
"I know what brings me here, but what are you doing here, honey child?" Jazz asked of the distinctly pink-haired girl, coming up to stand next to her and looping an arm around hers familiarly.