Jaskier and OPEN
Jaskier remembered hearing about the art and music festival a while back, and remembered being excited about it. He was a bard, after all. Music was his life. At least him performing at the art and music festival meant he wasn't actively bothering or annoying anyone outside their place of business (sorry Five).
He had signed up to perform over the weekend. It was a little different than what he was used to. He was accustomed to performing at inns and such. Not on a stage in front of everyone. Not that he particularly minded, performing was performing.
Jaskier hoped that there would be more events like this. He enjoyed himself.