Music is love

After the show

Jewels Shorts is a writer from South Park. A music writer that is. She enjoys writing music for her fans she gained after a game show she attended.

She currently was walking down the road to the radioshop when she bumped into a stranger, both of them falling onto their behinds. "Hey!" She yelped, rubbing her sore arse when she rose to give the stranger a peice of her mind. "What are you thinking?" The starnger asked as a retort, rising to his feet as well. He had a thick Canadian accent.

"I'm going to work. Jerk." She instantly disliked him, crossing her arms. Though it was an even worse situation when she read the tag on his shirt. It was a tag from the radioshop, saying he worked there. "So am I." The snooty huff came from him, Stan Marsh, as said on the tag.

"I noticed. Whatever. I just have to do my song, please leave me alone." Jewels sighed, entering the radioshop and using her VIP card to get into the back, grabbing her guitar and entering the recording booth. Stan followed her inside but didn't go farther than that. He entered the security booth and watched through the cameras.

He listened to the music strummed through jewels's guitar and smiled to himself. 

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After a few days of this routine, Stan found himself falling in love with the music, counting on Jewels to be there every day so his job could get that much better.

Falling oin love with the music, Stan realized he was falling in love with Jewels. The same girl whom he had been so rude to on his first day... How could he ever redeem himself?