Jaskier's week is incredibly busy again, but honestly, he loves it. Well, the dealing with the clients part not so much. But the classes, the composing, the rehearsing? Ah, it feels good to be creatively active. And with Midge keeping up with their silly chats throughout the day, Jaskier stays in a great mood.
When Midge shows up at Elftown on Friday, she'll find Perdita sweeping the reception and setting up a lectern. As Jaskier mentioned, she has a very long beard, but it is nicely braided and has cute beads on it that match her lovely dress.
"Oh, hello," she says when she sees Midge. Her smile is friendly, but she sounds confused. "Are you here for the art jam?" She has trouble believing that - Midge looks like a lady, not like the hippies and alternative artists that usually attend these things. "It starts in a couple of hours."
Midge is busy too, keeping up with her kids and working on some new jokes. She always loves getting texts from Jaskier, as they brighten her day.
Even though she’s been to Elftown before, Midge feels a bit awkward coming a few hours before the event, though she’s nosy and wants to hear Jaskier practice with the band for the wedding. She smiles somewhat awkwardly at the dwarf.
“I am. You must be Perdita. I’m Midge, a friend of Jaskier’s.”
The braid and the beads look cute in her beard, but Midge can only imagine the type of reactions she gets on the street.
Perdita perks up as soon as she hears the name. "Midge! Oh, it's so nice to finally meet you! Welcome, welcome!" She grabs Midge's hand and enthusiastically shakes it. "Jaskier has talked so much about you! Just a second, I gotta-"
She rushes behind the reception desk and takes out two things: a clear plastic box that she puts on top of the desk, and a guest book that she puts down on the lectern. Perdita goes through a bunch of pages from previous jams to find a clean one, and if Midge pays attention, she'll notice tons of doodles and poems left by artists. When she finally finds the clean page with today's date, she turns to Midge again.
"Business cards on the box. If you don't have any, you can write down your number when you sign the book. It can just be a little message, but--" Suddenly, she looks a bit bashful. "A joke would be welcome too."
Once Midge has signed, Perdita guides her inside. "I'm still setting things up, so I hope you don't mind the mess."
To be fair, it's not that messy - the place is clean, it just needs preparation. Chairs are still on top of the tables, and there are a bunch of boxes with different things: huge paint-stained sheets, ashtrays, chalk in every color, and paint-stained water pots. Jaskier's voice can be heard even before they reach the main area.
"In what world is that a C minus?!"
Perdita shakes her head. "Musicians." But she sounds fond.
The actual mess is on the stage and the floor in front of it: paper. Paper everywhere.
Sheet music, to be exact. With lots of notes, cross out words, and rewritten lyrics. Sometimes they're just paper balls. At least eight different pens. There's a small table in front of the stage, too, filled with empty glasses and snack plates.
On the drums, there's a human man with a mighty mustache and a cigarette problem. A human woman with a pixie cut holds a sax. A lovely elven girl sits at the piano, and the elven boy, who is obviously her twin, sits on a stool with a bass. As for Jaskier... the thing about his meetings with Midge in public so far, is that they were short before they turned into sex. But if Jaskier spends too long at a party or bar, the same thing always happens: the buttons of his collar become annoying. Today isn't the exception: his long jacket is hanging on the microphone stand, his sleeves are already rolled, and his tie is loose. At least the smoky makeup is on point.
They don't see Midge because they're busy discussing some corrections to a song. There's not enough time to write and practice a whole set of new songs, many of their tunes at the wedding will be popular things from the radio. But practicing those has taught Jaskier enough to write a few new things that match the local music. With the help of the band, he's found a style that he likes and can call his. Once they agree on the new words, Jaskier sits on a wooden box with his guitar and they start playing the new song from the beginning. Jaskier's lovely voice echoes in the bar and the other musicians (except for the sax player, for obvious reasons) provide backup vocals. They need a bit of practice to reach perfect harmony, but they're still damn good.
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Like most people here, they won’t be as progressive as you are, but they aren’t bad people. Papa thought you were a great musician.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter as long as everyone can try to get along for the wedding.
Sure. Just let me know.
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When Midge shows up at Elftown on Friday, she'll find Perdita sweeping the reception and setting up a lectern. As Jaskier mentioned, she has a very long beard, but it is nicely braided and has cute beads on it that match her lovely dress.
"Oh, hello," she says when she sees Midge. Her smile is friendly, but she sounds confused. "Are you here for the art jam?" She has trouble believing that - Midge looks like a lady, not like the hippies and alternative artists that usually attend these things. "It starts in a couple of hours."
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Even though she’s been to Elftown before, Midge feels a bit awkward coming a few hours before the event, though she’s nosy and wants to hear Jaskier practice with the band for the wedding. She smiles somewhat awkwardly at the dwarf.
“I am. You must be Perdita. I’m Midge, a friend of Jaskier’s.”
The braid and the beads look cute in her beard, but Midge can only imagine the type of reactions she gets on the street.
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She rushes behind the reception desk and takes out two things: a clear plastic box that she puts on top of the desk, and a guest book that she puts down on the lectern. Perdita goes through a bunch of pages from previous jams to find a clean one, and if Midge pays attention, she'll notice tons of doodles and poems left by artists. When she finally finds the clean page with today's date, she turns to Midge again.
"Business cards on the box. If you don't have any, you can write down your number when you sign the book. It can just be a little message, but--" Suddenly, she looks a bit bashful. "A joke would be welcome too."
Once Midge has signed, Perdita guides her inside. "I'm still setting things up, so I hope you don't mind the mess."
To be fair, it's not that messy - the place is clean, it just needs preparation. Chairs are still on top of the tables, and there are a bunch of boxes with different things: huge paint-stained sheets, ashtrays, chalk in every color, and paint-stained water pots. Jaskier's voice can be heard even before they reach the main area.
"In what world is that a C minus?!"
Perdita shakes her head. "Musicians." But she sounds fond.
The actual mess is on the stage and the floor in front of it: paper. Paper everywhere.
Sheet music, to be exact. With lots of notes, cross out words, and rewritten lyrics. Sometimes they're just paper balls. At least eight different pens. There's a small table in front of the stage, too, filled with empty glasses and snack plates.
On the drums, there's a human man with a mighty mustache and a cigarette problem. A human woman with a pixie cut holds a sax. A lovely elven girl sits at the piano, and the elven boy, who is obviously her twin, sits on a stool with a bass. As for Jaskier... the thing about his meetings with Midge in public so far, is that they were short before they turned into sex. But if Jaskier spends too long at a party or bar, the same thing always happens: the buttons of his collar become annoying. Today isn't the exception: his long jacket is hanging on the microphone stand, his sleeves are already rolled, and his tie is loose. At least the smoky makeup is on point.
They don't see Midge because they're busy discussing some corrections to a song. There's not enough time to write and practice a whole set of new songs, many of their tunes at the wedding will be popular things from the radio. But practicing those has taught Jaskier enough to write a few new things that match the local music. With the help of the band, he's found a style that he likes and can call his. Once they agree on the new words, Jaskier sits on a wooden box with his guitar and they start playing the new song from the beginning. Jaskier's lovely voice echoes in the bar and the other musicians (except for the sax player, for obvious reasons) provide backup vocals. They need a bit of practice to reach perfect harmony, but they're still damn good.