09-13-2008, 03:58 PM
Tall, dark and handsom. That's one way to discribe Jazz as he walked down the strips of Halifax in search for a store. He had been reading up on Music, instruments to be exsact. He was intimadating to most, though as soon as he flashed you his signature smile you knew he was ntohign to be afriad of. He shrugged his shoulder trying to prevent the strap of his camo backpack from diggin into his skin. The weather was realativly nice today, overcast for sure but cooler and not wet for once. He practicly jumped in joy as he read a store name "Musical Living". He walked up to the glass door filled with excitment as he saw guitars hanging in the window. He pulled the handle and moaned as a bell rang. Grabbing the bell as he had done with his hunting shop he broke it formt eh string and dropped it to the ground. His ears were too sensitive to have a bell ring every time he entered his stores.
As he looked aorund he could name the insturments. Thank god for Deuce teaching him to read! He noticed htere were different sized hard cases, and soft carring casses as he looked int he back room. He quickly aproched a glass case and opened it up, taking out an alto saxophone. He had read that this was one of the main Jazz Age insturments. He looked at the mouth piece and poked the wooden reed. "hmmm.." He looked around and saw cases that read, Reeds. He was thankful he had done his research before comming. He picked up a few different types of reed boxed and packed them in his backpack. He continued to play around with the saxophone laughing as he did so. It squeek as he blew into the top a few times but, as he got use to it it created somke interesting notes. He continued to touch and play on insturments around the large room smiling as he went along. It was liek placing a small child in a candy store.
Finally, after placing a silver saxophone into a soft case and collecting bags of reeds, music, charts, key pads,glue, and various tiny tools he figured he might be able to use, he returned his gaze to an insturment that was different from the sax he had wanted to learn to play. He walked up to the various violins and tilted his head. Some were orange, some were a light brown and other dark brown. He picked up a light orange one, it seemd so small to him. Remembering his books he placed the black smoth circle under his chin and picked up the bow wiht the tips of his fingures. Placing a large fingure on the bottom string he dragged the bow of horse hairs down the silver string gracefully. He marveled as it released an echoing sweet sound.
As he looked aorund he could name the insturments. Thank god for Deuce teaching him to read! He noticed htere were different sized hard cases, and soft carring casses as he looked int he back room. He quickly aproched a glass case and opened it up, taking out an alto saxophone. He had read that this was one of the main Jazz Age insturments. He looked at the mouth piece and poked the wooden reed. "hmmm.." He looked around and saw cases that read, Reeds. He was thankful he had done his research before comming. He picked up a few different types of reed boxed and packed them in his backpack. He continued to play around with the saxophone laughing as he did so. It squeek as he blew into the top a few times but, as he got use to it it created somke interesting notes. He continued to touch and play on insturments around the large room smiling as he went along. It was liek placing a small child in a candy store.
Finally, after placing a silver saxophone into a soft case and collecting bags of reeds, music, charts, key pads,glue, and various tiny tools he figured he might be able to use, he returned his gaze to an insturment that was different from the sax he had wanted to learn to play. He walked up to the various violins and tilted his head. Some were orange, some were a light brown and other dark brown. He picked up a light orange one, it seemd so small to him. Remembering his books he placed the black smoth circle under his chin and picked up the bow wiht the tips of his fingures. Placing a large fingure on the bottom string he dragged the bow of horse hairs down the silver string gracefully. He marveled as it released an echoing sweet sound.