day1 * time travel!

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1930s in la!au

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writing to jazz is so relaxing, i'm so giddy and comfortable at the same time...

like. "long ago (and far away)" by chet baker is so flippin pretty, i can;t

Also, when I was writing with no music, "Recording Sketch" by Vixx's N (?) kept playing in my head, so you could say this story was partly inspired by that :)

Also, when I was writing with no music, "Recording Sketch" by Vixx's N (?) kept playing in my head, so you could say this story was partly inspired by that :)

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i tried to focus on the setting for more emphasis on the time zone (tho i usually don't write like that) :) i really hope i didn't mess too much up ahhaa even thouugh i know the 1930s werre DEFO not like what i wrote

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i tried to focus on the setting for more emphasis on the time zone (tho i usually don't write like that) :) i really hope i didn't mess too much up ahhaa even thouugh i know the 1930s werre DEFO not like what i wrote... anyway, i;m such a bad writer ;/

Let's get on with the short story, shall we XD

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"alright, jae. let's get it!" jae slowly pushed open the door to one of the most well-known tune cafes in los angeles and made sure that his guitar case did not get stuck in the door as he stumbled inside. today, he had an interview with his potential boss, and he was beyond nervous. as he took a few tentative steps inside, the black-haired man comfortingly clutched his guitar case to his chest and tapped his fingers on it to cool down.

once he looked up from his feet, jae glanced around the cozy cafe in awe. he finally allowed his guitar case to leave his chest and swung it from one of his hands. its peeled, worn plaster tapped against his leg as he slowly began to walk forward in a dream-like stupor, but he paid it no mind. the man was too busy admiring the interior of the cafe to notice such irrelevant details at the moment.

the pale yellow walls were fittingly framed by fascinating white marble columns, supporting gaping archways leading into the center of the cafe. plants adorned the walls and vines climbed up the columns, giving the place a homey feel. glass tables with comfy little chairs were spaciously ordered around the expanse of the cafe, little plants placed at the center of each one along with sugar and a small jar of honey. but what entranced jae the most was the centerpiece all of these details led to. the circular stage planted smack-dab in the middle of the building.

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