A Long Time Ago In a Place Far, Far Away

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Clint had no clue where the music store was. We had to catch a cab. A disgusting, ratchet, misused, cab.
The cab just stopped in front of a hot pink store adorned with lime green polka dots.
"Come on Quarter." Clint jumped from the vehicle quickly after paying the taxi and walked into the store.
Smoke and tobacco hit my nose as soon as I left the cab. I looked around humans were smoking rings and clouds of smoke and sparks of ashes flowed to the ground. I rushed into the building breath out of nose trying not to breath in the disgusting air. A wolf's smell is amazing almost too amazing.
The inside of the store smelled like wood and cold metal. It was lovely. The inside was also quite different from the outside it was still an older building but it was decorated modernly. Clint was looking at an acoustic guitar when I walked up to him. Simple but unique. Clint strummed it softly.
"Your A is off, its flat." Clint turned around.
"Oh, whoops. He adjusted the peg accordingly.
"Perfect." I turned around to look at the wall of instruments hanging up. A trombone caught my eye. I picked it up and moved the slide, it was smooth. I walked over to the register with the trombone in hand.
"Do you have a mouth piece I could borrow?"
"The heavily tattooed, heavily pierced man nodded solemnly and reached under the sleek purple counter.
"Here ya go pretty lady." The man had a gruff voice, he use to smoke. I nodded back to him and walked over to Clint.
"You play trombone?"
"I haven't played in a very long time. Being on the run and all." The cold brass began to warm against my skin. It was beautiful.
"Grace taught us instruments along with others to help our cover when we would be on missions." He nodded and gestured for me to play. I composed my mouth and pulled up the master piece to my face. I have the trombone a long breath, my hand in first on the slide. It gave out a beautiful note. And then I remembered a song from long ago.
Closing my eyes I played a song by memory. A song from a long time ago in a place far, far away.

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