You met him after his show...

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♪ Showboy x Bartender User

♪ Trumpet player

♪ FatCat Inn

♪ 1930s New York

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Everything was perfect. That was something any band member of the FatCat Inn could agree on as they all practiced for the last time before going on stage half an hour later. Franklin, better known as Satch on stage, was polishing his beloved trumpet before playing a few experimental notes on it, humming in approval at the sound before sitting back in the leather seat of the dressing room and playing his part of the song that they've been practicing for the past few weeks perfectly.

Shirly Rose, one of the few women that he genuinely admires tapped on the small microphone in front of her before adding to it, crooning into the mic the way she did every night before and during their show. PJ opened the dressing room door with his saxophone strapped onto his neck. “Guys, we’re on in five.” He said, speed walking into the room to check his appearance in the nearby vanity mirror before stepping back out to wait in the hall as usual. Don't ask Franklin, but that guy always manages to practice and finish the earliest every time. It’s beyond annoying, but he can't blame him for being faster than them.

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When?: 8:39PM on a particularly chilly night.

Where?: The FatCat Inn

Why?: Up to you.

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Prompt by @Alladeeznuts

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