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The Three Basic Food Groups: Class, Style, and Music
It seemed like days till Jazz finally found the music store (even though it was only 15 minutes). It was a descent size, about the size of the inn back in Brill, though it was nowhere near as well maintained. Moss and vines crept up the sides of the house as if they were looking for a way in. A weeping willow stood next to the house with its roots growing in the direction of the building but luckily not destroying the foundation. It looked like it need some work, but Jazz found it silly to judge a book by its cover. This store was famous back in the day and he wasn’t going to let a few plants steer him away from such an opportunity.
Jazz walked up to the building slowly and stood in front of the two doors inside. It was at this point the Jazz realized that even though the building was old and being attacked by the nature around it, the wood and paint of the building wasn’t chipping, in fact it looked like it was brand new. Jazz grabbed the door knobs and the doors open without hesitation. This actually disappointed Jazz a little, he was expecting the doors would be hard to open and creaky just like in the horror stories he’d read, though he figured it was better this way. Creaky doors always meant there was a killer or a monster in the house. When the doors opened Jazz couldn’t see anything, it was dark. He walked in and closed the doors behind him, but realized that wasn’t the smartest idea because the second he closed the door he started tripping and bumping into stuff. Something caught his leg and he fell over face (pumpkin) first into something. He grumbled at the realization of something very stupid
“Damn it Jazz… You’re a fire mage…” He snapped his fingers and a small flame sat on top of his thumb. Three meters of light helped him see what he smashed his face into, a table, and after looking back he realized he tripped on a small step. He picked up the table and stood it back up. It was a very nice table. White table cloth with shiny silverware still on it (but it was on the ground now because Jazz hit his head on it). He picked up the silverware and put it back on the table after noticing a candle that was also previously on the table. Jazz moved the fire from his thumb to the top of the candle and continued to look around the room for more tables.
One by one Jazz lit all the candles on the tables, and Jazz could see how beautiful the inside of the building looked. Tables all around the place all set up to admire the stage at the end of the room. Near the entrance of the building were two rooms on the right and left when one would first walk in. They had glass on the outside of them so the people at the table could still see inside. Jazz took a candle off one of the tables and walked up to one of the glass rooms. He grabbed the door knob and entered. When he entered he saw two candles on a counter. Jazz filled his hand with fire but something from the corner shined in his face and he stopped. He tried a dimmer light this time and lit both of the candles. He looked to the corner of the room to see what the shiny object was and saw a beautiful trumpet with a silver finish. Jazz jumped over the counter and picked up the trumpet
“Wow… Light weight…” He put the trumpet through the opening of his pumpkin mask and pressed his lips to the mouth piece of the trumpet. He blew into it and it let off a loud sound that echoed off the glass walls.
“Heh… Sounds good too…” He turned around and saw a trumpet and a tuba both with a brass finish.
“Wow! Those don’t look half bad ei-“ Jazz stopped himself because as he looked along the walls he could tell those weren’t the only instruments. Jazz clapped his hands twice and the light from the two candles became brighter showing an entire wall of instruments. His jaw fell open looking at the instruments and a… coffee pot? Jazz noticed that below all the instruments there was a furnace, a coffee maker, and many other appliances. It was at this point that Jazz realized that this room was meant for selling food and the instruments were just a part of the themed look, but the instruments were real, and very classy too. He looked at the trumpet in his hand and saw a price tag. He found it humorous thinking about someone buying a latté and a clarinet from the same place.
Jazz left the room and went to the other glass room on the other side. Jazz opened up the door and held a small flame at the end of his finger to see clearly. No coffee or instruments, instead this room was filled with records, lot of records. There were boxes and shelves fill with them. Jazz walked up to one of the boxes and pulled out a record. He notice that along with the record came a song book on all the tracks played on the record. Jazz grinned and put the record away.
Jazz walked out of the second glass room and went up the stairs to the second story balconies. The second story was only composed of more tables to look down and admire the stage. It was only at this point that Jazz learned there was a chandelier in the middle of the room. What was the point to having a chandelier if the room was to dark to see it? Jazz had to let in light; he was tired of lighting candles. Jazz saw a window with its currents closed next to a small table. Jazz walked over to the window and opened up the curtains, but the second he did he was blinded by the sudden change in lighting. He scrambled backwards and ended up falling on his rear. He looked around and saw the whole place was lighted. Did one window do all that? Jazz looked back at saw the chandelier refracted the light from the window so it went all over the place. Whoever designed this building was very clever (but the over the counter coffee and instrument section was just ridiculous). Jazz could finally see the entire room, made of dark wood and with clean red carpeting. Very classy.
Jazz continued to look around. He found a bigger kitchen off to the left, past the glass coffee section, a dance floor in the back, a small office, even a few rooms for beds on the top floor. Jazz wonder if it’d be okay if he just lived here. It had all the basic food groups for survival: class, style, and music. Jazz saw one more door to the right past the records room. Jazz walked up to it and saw and small key hanging on a hook on the door. Jazz picked it up and looked at it. He put it in his pocket and continued through the door. It was dark, none of the light from the chandelier in the other room helped. Jazz held his hand out and created a small but bright fire in his hand. When the light lit up the room Jazz could barely believe his eyes. Shelves full of so many instruments he wasn’t even sure he knew what some of them were. Boxes of records- so many more than the ones displayed in the record room. Song books and posters from who-knows-how-long were left on the shelves. Jazz was in heaven.
Jazz pulled out the key from his pocket and looked at it
“Key to the building?” Jazz decided to find out. He left the storage room and went to the front entrance. He put the key on the key hole, perfect fit. He locked the doors and looked again at the key. Without even thinking about it Jazz went to the first floor window and opened it up after pushing the curtains out of the way. Jazz threw the key outside and closed the window. He put his back against the wall and slide down the wall to a sitting position. He started to chuckle lightly and than burst into hysterical laughter. He threw out his only way of exiting the building, there were no inside door locks, it could only be locked and unlocked by the key. He started to calm down a little and took a deep breath.
“Hehe… If someone needs me they can come find me…”
