<span style="color: #40FFFF">Jasmine looked at the guy that had just ran into her. "I don't need your help." she said defensively. "Plus I am not a starving artist. I am just fine and I am running late." as she turned and left she dropped a match book to the bar she worked at. "God why do people think they need to give me charity."<br/><br/>Jasmine walked into the bar and saw her band on the stage. "I know I am late." she ignored there growns and got ready to start playing with everyone. After a few hours she was breathing heavily and smiling. "That was great!" she said as she stepped off the stage and grabbed a drink.</span>