OOM: Open-Mic 2

[mogget_cat]

Yrael and Teja step through the door and out into a deserted alleyway in New Orleans. It's evening, here, around eight o'clock with the sun just having fully set. The people in the street before them haven't noticed them yet.

"All right... to find a clothing shop."

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[ostro_goth]

Teja listens, sighing. Who knows what he may be thinking of?

Something in this music resonates in Teja's soul. He looks at Yrael, trying to convey his approval without disturbing the music.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael smiles slightly, understanding. As the band finishes their set and moves off the stage, Yrael stands to get ready for his own performance.

"I'll find you some CDs of blues music when we get back to the bar," he says under the general applause for "Felix White," who will be performing next.

[ostro_goth]

"Thank you!" Teja says, reaching out to touch Yrael's arm. "Good luck, Yrael!"

[mogget_cat]

"Thanks," he grins as he passes, climbing the stairs onto the stage and taking up his guitar.

The crowd is applauding, but isn't going wild over this performer.

Yrael means to change that, if one can read the set of his smirk.

[ostro_goth]

Teja cheers, moderately -- no point in overdoing it. But he cheers!