[color=f7941d][b]GEORGE ELLINGTON[/b][/color]
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[i][color=f7941d]“It’s too darn hot~”[/color][/i]

George’s voice was average at best. Which was a bummer cos it would’ve been a real neat act to add to his repertoire. Sound always travelled further than image. Would round the folks up a little easier cos really, he could only juggle so high before the Judgement officers dragged him down again. Plus the ladies loved a crooner, dandy or otherwise. 

And Mr. Ellington was most definitely dandy.

[i][color=f7941d]“It’s too darn hot!”[/color][/i]

Indeed, it was ‘darn hot’, as Porter himself had remarked. August had truly taken hold of this technological marvel of a city. Sunshine would beat on the city like a dog waking its owner, pulling vacationing kids from their apartments and into the streets, the adolescents taking in the Summer like only a youngster at the peak of their youth could. Longer days! Shorter nights! Ain’t no better time to take in the sunlight hours than now. There were only so many days of August left to enjoy. So even at this late hour there were still many citizens roaming around. And where the students went, their wallets accompanied. 

[color=f7941d][i]“I’d like to sup with my baby tonight!”[/i][/color]

Not that George would ever admit to doing it for the money. ‘Course it was a decent bonus but, well, it was the art that really mattered. The [i]performance[/i]. The smiles, the shock, the wonder…heck, even the heckling. Being a goof wasn’t news to Ellington. It was a decent gig all around. Definitely helped swing his attention from the pile of homework still on his desk. 

[color=f7941d][i]“Refill the cup with my baby toni--"[/i][/color]

George didn’t register the noise at first. It could’ve just been something rattling around in the Hot Box. The holiday season had offered some handfuls of extra yen today. He wouldn’t be surprised if his power was jacking something up inside. But…no. Whether it was intuition or some wacky, mystic force of the universe, the Illinois native knew that something wasn’t right here.

Anxiously readjusting the straps of the Hot Box, George peeked around the corner. A purple-haired teen, a dude that seemed to be more beef than human, a petite photographer and…

[color=f7941d]“Great shades of Elvis...”[/color] George swore out loud.

His gaze didn’t linger on the downed woman for long. Thank god his cup ramen dinner was still waiting back in the apartment. Upchucking in front of all these folks would’ve been a bad time for everyone. The foreigner shuffled awkwardly. The heat would be arriving soon, right? That’s what these two dudes were clamoring about. [i]They[/i] seemed to have the right idea. On the other hand, the remaining member of this little gathering…

[color=f7941d]“Jeez, doll,”[/color] George chuckled nervously, [color=f7941d]“You’re really gettin’ your rocks off, huh?”[/color]