Yrael, the Eighth Bright Shiner (
mogget_cat) wrote2016-03-21 09:47 am
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OOM: Emcee, Sinric, and Yrael Experience New Orleans
Yrael grins, holding the shiny, plastic Mardi Gras coin in his hand as he turns the doorknob and opens the door for his guests. The door opens upon a narrow city alleyway just off a larger road with quite a few pedestrians walking along it, the mid-afternoon sunlight slanting down through the humid, sea-scented air. The sounds of conversation, of laughter and of lively music reach them, enticing.
Their entrance is partially sheltered from the alley mouth by a fire escape, so no one notices the three of them arriving from nowhere. The pale man in white smiles at Emcee and Sinric, holding his arms wide as he leads them from the alleyway onto Bourbon Street.
"Welcome to New Orleans, my friends."
Their entrance is partially sheltered from the alley mouth by a fire escape, so no one notices the three of them arriving from nowhere. The pale man in white smiles at Emcee and Sinric, holding his arms wide as he leads them from the alleyway onto Bourbon Street.
"Welcome to New Orleans, my friends."
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And so eventually the song ends with a round of applause and cheerful laughter. While Emcee regrets that he has no modern currency to give, he sees that the band's instrument cases have been filled with enough donations, for this time around, at least.
He clasps the singer's hand in both of his. "That was wonderful, my good man," he gushes with delight.
The crowd moves on, naturally making way for the next wave of passersby and the next song. (It never occurs to Emcee that he and Sinric are probably in the background of a dozen or so tourists' videos and photos.)
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One of the musicians offers him a string of bright plastic beads and a kiss on the cheek, making him blush sweetly.