Jazz Bar ~ A DamixReader Oneshot

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Reads 97
Votes 6
Parts 1
Time 20m

A frequent at their local Jazz Bar, Y/N begins taking notice of a certain - just as frequent - performer, and gradually falls for her symphonic talent, and just a little bit more...
    
    A personal interpretation of the original song, Jazz Bar follows your typical salaryman of the late 1980s' commercial boom. With the increasing stress of the pressing tertiary-workplace environment, Y/N naturally finds themself in their local jazz bar by 9pm, where they savour a single drink, read a book, and allow their mind rest to the ambience of smooth jazz produced by aspiring artists.
    However, whatever contemporary fiction Y/N happens to be reading at a given moment is put down when a noticeably gamine (but nonetheless elegant) girl sets herself on a wooden stool - acoustic guitar slung over her shoulder - and announces the original title of the upcoming pieces, and indulges her audience alongside the usual live band. Y/N can't keep their eyes (and ears) off of the figure. Particularly in the case of a single, unnamed piece, always performed at 11:30 on the dot, no matter the tracklist prior. 
    This song, as entrancing as it is, taints Y/N, as internal conflict rises alongside their establishing feelings, not just for the sound, but for the one responsible for it also.
    
    (All characters that are not of my own creation are only loosely based on their actual persona, and are therefore not to be taken as a literal nor credible representation of them as a person)All Rights Reserved

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Sat, Aug 28, 2021

A frequent at their local Jazz Bar, Y/N begins taking notice of a certain - just as frequent - performer, and gradually falls for her symphonic talent, and just a little bit more...
    
    A personal interpretation of the original song, Jazz Bar follows your typical salaryman of the late 1980s' commercial boom. With the increasing stress of the pressing tertiary-workplace environment, Y/N naturally finds themself in their local jazz bar by 9pm, where they savour a single drink, read a book, and allow their mind rest to the ambience of smooth jazz produced by aspiring artists.
    However, whatever contemporary fiction Y/N happens to be reading at a given moment is put down when a noticeably gamine (but nonetheless elegant) girl sets herself on a wooden stool - acoustic guitar slung over her shoulder - and announces the original title of the upcoming pieces, and indulges her audience alongside the usual live band. Y/N can't keep their eyes (and ears) off of the figure. Particularly in the case of a single, unnamed piece, always performed at 11:30 on the dot, no matter the tracklist prior. 
    This song, as entrancing as it is, taints Y/N, as internal conflict rises alongside their establishing feelings, not just for the sound, but for the one responsible for it also.
    
    (All characters that are not of my own creation are only loosely based on their actual persona, and are therefore not to be taken as a literal nor credible representation of them as a person)

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