Post by Alex Stall on Mar 29, 2007 5:21:21 GMT -5
The scene opens up into a small, yet higher end pub with a stage. There are quite a few people sitting around, having a good old time having drinks and listening to the music. A man walks in and up to the stage holding an antique looking 1974 Fender Stratocaster and hooks into an amplifier. The man starts playing an up beat Jazz tune and all the people in the bar look at him with a glint of hatred. A few members of the crowd pipe up to the man, who stops playing and looks around confused.
Random Customer #12: Get out of here with that crap, no one wants to hear it!
Random Customer #6: Jeez man, that sounds horrible, I hate Jazz.... I wish it would just go away and die out!
The man unplugs his guitar and goes to leave, having stuff like pretzels thrown at him. Another man with long black hair walks in the door, he too has a guitar. The newer man passes the Jazz guitarist and smiles, laughing lightly at him. The young black haired man sits down where the other one was and plugs in a 1954 Fender Esquire and slides on his finger picks. The crowd still looks annoyed because of the other guy and ignore the new man.
The young man slides on a pair of Oakley sunglasses and begins tapping his foot. His Canadian Flag chuck Taylor's making a nice metronome. The crowd looks at him with his foot tapping and get more annoyed.
Random Customer #2: Stop tapping your foot and get on before we kick you out too!
The young black haired man begins picking out an old sounding Blues rhythm and the crowd faces him, still looking a little annoyed. The young black haired man continues to play, the sweet sound of his Fender filling the room with a classic blues sound. The crowd calms down and begins to sway or tap to the beat, smiling from the feeling they are getting from the smooth, deep tone of the guitar and the classic, awe inspiring sensation of the style.
The young man finishes and the Jazz player looks at him confused. The young man pulls off his shades and looks back at the man, his deep blue eyes shining in the light of the bar and his smile very sincere. The Jazz player walks up to the Blues player and sets down his guitar and goes to walk away. The Jazz player turns around and nods.
Jazz Player: You're really good, but why did people get into your music and not mine?
Blues Player: Because, people mistake Jazz as the music of the soul. Blues is one of the most inspirational styles there is my friend. Jazz has come and gone, but the Blues are forever, take that advice from a Forsaken Angel.....
The Blues player leans down and signs the Jazz players guitar, then stands up and walks over to the Jazz player and smiles, then walks past him, leaving every one speechless. The Blues player stops at the door and turns back to the Jazz player.
Blues Player: The Blues will always beat Jazz, no matter what anyone says. You cant beat perfection....
The Blues player nods to the room and leaves quietly. The customers all get back to their lives but the Jazz player stands there, deep in thought. The man walks up to the stage and looks down at the guitar. it has signed on it.
The Blues Beat Jazz, And So Do I, Every Time!
Best Of Luck,
Alex Stall
The Jazz player sinks to his knees and begins to cry, realising the error of his ways. The scene fades out with the Jazz player crying on the autograph he has been given.
((End Of Thread))
((Comments Are Welcome, I Decided On A New Angle))
Random Customer #12: Get out of here with that crap, no one wants to hear it!
Random Customer #6: Jeez man, that sounds horrible, I hate Jazz.... I wish it would just go away and die out!
The man unplugs his guitar and goes to leave, having stuff like pretzels thrown at him. Another man with long black hair walks in the door, he too has a guitar. The newer man passes the Jazz guitarist and smiles, laughing lightly at him. The young black haired man sits down where the other one was and plugs in a 1954 Fender Esquire and slides on his finger picks. The crowd still looks annoyed because of the other guy and ignore the new man.
The young man slides on a pair of Oakley sunglasses and begins tapping his foot. His Canadian Flag chuck Taylor's making a nice metronome. The crowd looks at him with his foot tapping and get more annoyed.
Random Customer #2: Stop tapping your foot and get on before we kick you out too!
The young black haired man begins picking out an old sounding Blues rhythm and the crowd faces him, still looking a little annoyed. The young black haired man continues to play, the sweet sound of his Fender filling the room with a classic blues sound. The crowd calms down and begins to sway or tap to the beat, smiling from the feeling they are getting from the smooth, deep tone of the guitar and the classic, awe inspiring sensation of the style.
The young man finishes and the Jazz player looks at him confused. The young man pulls off his shades and looks back at the man, his deep blue eyes shining in the light of the bar and his smile very sincere. The Jazz player walks up to the Blues player and sets down his guitar and goes to walk away. The Jazz player turns around and nods.
Jazz Player: You're really good, but why did people get into your music and not mine?
Blues Player: Because, people mistake Jazz as the music of the soul. Blues is one of the most inspirational styles there is my friend. Jazz has come and gone, but the Blues are forever, take that advice from a Forsaken Angel.....
The Blues player leans down and signs the Jazz players guitar, then stands up and walks over to the Jazz player and smiles, then walks past him, leaving every one speechless. The Blues player stops at the door and turns back to the Jazz player.
Blues Player: The Blues will always beat Jazz, no matter what anyone says. You cant beat perfection....
The Blues player nods to the room and leaves quietly. The customers all get back to their lives but the Jazz player stands there, deep in thought. The man walks up to the stage and looks down at the guitar. it has signed on it.
The Blues Beat Jazz, And So Do I, Every Time!
Best Of Luck,
Alex Stall
The Jazz player sinks to his knees and begins to cry, realising the error of his ways. The scene fades out with the Jazz player crying on the autograph he has been given.
((End Of Thread))
((Comments Are Welcome, I Decided On A New Angle))
