When the Music Ends, the Hunt Begins [Farrah and Jack]

For the most part, Farrah's thoughts during music night had been dominated by certain positive feelings: a giddiness bordering upon tipsiness, an admiration of music and culture, an appreciation of her fellow man- basic Farrah things, in other words. During the other performances, however, one little negative emotion had managed to take nip at her heels: jealousy. There were so many great bands involved in the Fourth Corner's music night! The Quartet, the familiar OD Hazard, and so on had made performances as though they belonged on stage. Farrah didn't mind being a solo act, normally, but she thought to herself what she'd give to share the stage with others who could accompany her drumming. After all, drummers didn't tend to take the stage on their own a that often; it was more of a supporting role, traditionally.

After the show, she had received a text message from her girlfriend, Angel, who had been in attendance, at least for her own act. The message stated simply that Angel was looking for other cast members to form a band and asked if she was interested, or knew anybody else who might be. Farrah was interested indeed, as well as surprised to learn of her girlfriend's musical talent (although, it was almost a foregone conclusion that a literal angel would).

A duet between the two of them would be lovely, but why stop there? Angel wanted a band, and that meant all the fixings! People had begun leaving the venue already, but they hadn't gone far yet. There was still time for Farrah to ambush one of the solo acts and sell them on the idea of joining her new band! Her blend of optimism and shamelessness assured her that nothing wrong could come of approaching a relative stranger in the dead of night and asking then to be in a band with her.

Still wearing her sunglasses despite the darkness, Farrah spun into view of Jack Orion, clasping her hands above her head and looking like either a drunkard or the world's fanciest robber. Thankfully, he may have already spotted her either during her own performance or at least in the audience during his, so the blow would be somewhat softened. He wouldn't have seen her do anything more dangerous than hit a bongo and down a half a dozen sodas tonight, so while he may feel suspicious, at least he ought not feel he was being robbed.

She cleared her throat once she ha made her entrance, then extended one hand dramatically, speaking much too loudly for this time of night. "My talented friend! Hello! Hi! I happened to see you passing by! In you I see a fledgling guitarist! In me, a fledgling percussion artist! Have you desire or see you the need, to pool our talents and together succeed?" she queried the likely confused dragon boy, giving him precious little time to dissect the meaning of her rhymes. "I know of an angel, and in her own hand, she wrote to me of a newly formed band! She wants me to join, and I'm eager to do it, but you stand to add even more to it! Why not join her and I up on the stage and find a whole new audience to engage? Bandmates and friends, both we can be, and all you need do is answer me!"

A little pushy, perhaps, but she pushed down her shades and gave him a smile to calm him. "Fear not! We are not getting together tonight! Better to do it during broad daylight. If you are interested I'll write down the place where you can join us and together, we will all match pace! Upon this road, a stairway to heaven! Success is a question, but fun is a given!" she reassured him, offering perhaps the bubbliest darkened sidewalk proposition that had ever been made.