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[color=008B8B][h1][i]Morgan Thatcher[/i][/h1][/color]
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Location: Cafe
Interacting with: Aron [@BlackPanther] and Alexandria [@ChaoticFox][/center][hr]

Morgan perked up when her hunch had paid off. Why wouldn't it? She'd never seen the jeep, and this was the only person she didn't know in the cafe. Trying to keep the music nerd in her down, Morgan cleared her throat. She was about to give the stranger her name until the other offered to show her her instruments. There was no stopping the impending geek out. [color=008B8B]"A trumpet! And a sax? Right so you're either a band, marching band, or jazz geek. Definitely nothing wrong with that. You must have good breathing and blowing technique then,"[/color] Morgan said. Her eyes widened. [color=008B8B]"Music. I'm talking about music. Specifically instruments ... I would love to see them."[/color]

Suddenly, the other stood up and started walking away. Morgan was about to scold herself for being too forthright. Maybe she came off too strong? It was always a problem with her. She didn't really care about talking about anything else. Right when anything musically inclined popped up, she went freakin' crazy. Cassie told her that's why she never got laid. But Cassie was a bitch so whatever that ish.

Then the stranger turned back.

Morgan was about to apologize for coming off too strong. Her worries subsided when she heard her new acquaintances next words. She beamed. [color=008B8B]"No. Not rude at all. Alexandria? Alex. I'm Morgan Thatcher,"[/color] she said. [color=008B8B]"I ... don't have any witty nicknames. So ... Morgan?"[/color] Seeing Alex place tips on the table for the twins, Morgan grabbed her bag and followed Alex out. [color=008B8B]"Aron? Don't give away that coffee. I'll be back in a moment."[/color]

Following Alex to the yellow jeep, Morgan waited patiently as Alex unclasped the case revealing a magnificent beast of a saxophone. It was jet black with finely accented yellow markings. There were signs of wear, which told Morgan one of two things. Either Alex was careless with her saxophone or she played and fingered the hell out of it. Morgan was inclined to believe the latter. Then she saw the trumpet. How many instruments did Alex play?

Evidently four from what she heard from Alex.

Morgan smirked. [color=008B8B]"So I was right on the jazz. Musician's intuition,"[/color] she said. She looked up at Alex. [color=008B8B]"I do play. Well I don't play these fine things. Keyboard and voice. I've ... been told my singing's pretty decent. YouTube, Soundcloud, around town. You know. Music. But backup. A home studio? I'm so jealous! I have to do so many things with my sound equipment to cancel out background noise and all that blah."[/color] Thinking she should reciprocate the courtesy, Morgan reached into her bag. She held her notebook in her hands. [color=008B8B]"It's only fair I share something too?"[/color] Morgan opened up to a swing tune she'd been working on. The chord progression as well as the rhythms were all written in for keyboard and voice, which she clearly labeled. All that was missing were the lyrics. She was going to do those later tonight. [color=008B8B]"Wanna take a look? If I had my keyboard, I'd offer to play it. I could sing the notes, but ... god I'm rambling again. Just ... take a look if you want?"[/color]