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Post by jazzet hope lucas on Dec 23, 2011 21:13:09 GMT -5
  Jazzet had been awake since six am, her hair was brushed and fell in natural waves only just past her shoulders. She was clothed in a pair of simple black jeans that were comfortable, a pale blue shirt with a picture of a bunny on it and a nice warm black and white stripped sweater over the top and a simplistic pair of black boots kept her feet warm.
Her guitar was placed carefully in it's hard case so it could sit propped open on the ground while she played, tucking some hair away from her face Jazzet looked around, Jardin du Luxembourg was beautiful. But then again, most of France was beautiful anyway. Crouching down on the ground Jazzet popped the locks on her guitar case open, grabbing her guitar she got to her feet and slipped the shoulder strap over her head. She had made sure her guitar was well tuned but she checked it again anyway.
Strumming away softly for a moment Jazzet was running through a list of songs in her mind that she could sing, seeing some people stopping to watch her strum she smiled at them a little before she looked down at her hands moving on the strings. Sighing softly Jazzet smiled to herself a little before she opened her mouth and began singing Ten Day's by Missy Higgins. "So we've put an end to it this time. I'm no longer yours and you're no longer mine. You said this hill looks far too steep if I'm not even sure it's me you wanna keep. And it's been ten days without you in my reach, and the only time I've touched you is in my sleep." Jazzet sang softly her fingers moving along the strings of the guitar with ease and her voice stayed soft and sweet as she sang.
Glancing up a little she noticed the crowd of people around her growing a little, but Jazzet didn't mind. Bowing her head a little once again she continued to play and sing softly as if nothing else in the world mattered right then. Once she had finished the song people clapped and some came forwards and tossed coins into her guitar case whilst others simply filtered away, but Jazzet didn't mind. Playing music right then was the only thing that really mattered to her.
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