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| β | A girl just can't catch a break. Jade's a hell of a drummer, and she knows she is. She thought that would be enough. She thought the jazz scene in New Orleans was meritocratic. Oh, for most of the climb that was essentially true. Everyone knew who the jerks were, and they were easily avoided. But at the top? '''Damn'''. Cutthroat didn't even begin to describe it. She fought as hard as she could, but she never got off her back feet, and soon she found herself teary-eyed, packing up for a city she knew nothing about, not even sure why nobody would return her calls anymore. LA was so different, but her skills spoke for themselves. Pretty soon, she was being led back to meet one of the doyennes of the scene—there wasn't really a jazz scene, but close enough. And that was when, after a long conversation over top-shelf wine, she found herself Embraced. | + | A girl just can't catch a break. Jade's a hell of a drummer, and she knows she is. She thought that would be enough. She thought the jazz scene in New Orleans was meritocratic. Oh, for most of the climb that was essentially true. Everyone knew who the jerks were, and they were easily avoided. But at the top? '''Damn'''. Cutthroat didn't even begin to describe it. She fought as hard as she could, but she never got off her back feet, and soon she found herself teary-eyed, packing up for a cold city she knew nothing about, not even sure why nobody would return her calls anymore. LA was so different, but her skills spoke for themselves. Pretty soon, she was being led back to meet one of the doyennes of the scene—there wasn't really a jazz scene, but close enough. And that was when, after a long conversation over top-shelf wine, she found herself Embraced. |
She was confused and lost again, but this time with a patron. She thought. Turns out she just wanted to sire a new vampire. The humans became complicated to be around. She had to beg out of the regular jazz gig she had in the late afternoon. But begging out of gigs is a great way to not get calls anymore, so once again, gradually this time, she found opportunities drying up. So she cast a wider net. The Jade who arrived here would never have even considered a rock band. But she wanted to play. She wanted to prove herself. She wanted to live, too, if you could call this life. | She was confused and lost again, but this time with a patron. She thought. Turns out she just wanted to sire a new vampire. The humans became complicated to be around. She had to beg out of the regular jazz gig she had in the late afternoon. But begging out of gigs is a great way to not get calls anymore, so once again, gradually this time, she found opportunities drying up. So she cast a wider net. The Jade who arrived here would never have even considered a rock band. But she wanted to play. She wanted to prove herself. She wanted to live, too, if you could call this life. | ||
