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	She took a seat next to the guy, listening to Yasmin sing like an angel, albeit a mournful angel with black wings.  All she wanted for Yasmin was to be happy.  Evelyn figured as much both their pasts were filled with dark times, but together, black memories could become a bright future..  She plugged her guitar into an amp and tuned it to drop D, looking over at the new guy with an evil grin when Yasmin said she'd punch him.  [color=ed1c24]"And you are..?"[/color] She said quietly playing a few scales, adding a few hammer-ons and pinch-harmonics here and there.  Her amp was turned down a bit so she could still hear Yasmin play.