<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f19d/9appqg757749c254g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Blĭnde</strong><br/><em>Itinerant Musician</em><br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾   (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14301929#msg14301929)</div></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Wandering through the new neighborhood, I see a familiar sign. Really? Here? Maybe I can get a gig!<br/><br/>Peek in the door and see familiar faces. Slide in quietly and grab a seat at the end of the bar while Mechelle takes an order from a cute guy. When she gets around to me though, I’m at a brief loss on what to order. Oh right.<br/><br/>  “Hi Mechelle. Red Bull and Absinthe please. Heavy on the Bull.”<br/><br/>Look around at the other patrons. Jaclyn who bailed me out a few times, others seen but unknown by name. And beyond, a nice corner to play.</span></span><br/>