Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

Music

3rd person

"Go for it," she said in encouragement.

"And what about you?" Spy asked.

"Well, I don't know," she said, chuckling. "Would Fat Cat let me jam tonight with the big boys?"

"You know I can't never say no to a lady, now can I? Come now, we're about to have the jam of a lifetime!"

Fat Cat led them both towards a crowded room filled with people waiting for their show to start.

"That's yours for tonight, brotha," Fat Cat pointed a lone accordion out to Spy, "And you know the drill, Little Miss Babs."

"Phoebe O' Brien for now," she corrected. "And he's Fabio. They're our aliases."

"Gotcha, Phoeebs."

"You have performed for free?" Spy asked the woman next to him, as he doffed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He hadn't laid hands on an accordion for the longest time; he'd only hoped his skills hadn't dulled too much.

"Yeah, many times. I do it for the love of music, not for any profit," she replied, carefully turning the guitar's machine heads to tune the strings. "Besides, we're just jamming out, having fun. Not really playing anything set in stone, you know?" She slung the guitar strap over her shoulder and readied her position.

Spy used to perform with his instrument on the street when he was much younger, before he began professional spying, but always for a profit. He'd never thought of performing for free, or simply for the sake of playing music for or with others. His train of thought was cut short, however, as Fat Cat began banging on a cowbell to call for the audience's attention.

"Attention, lovely guests! We have our usual lineup on this fine evening, but let's give a warm welcome to our guests Phoebe O'Brien on electric axe, and accordionist...uh, Fabio!"

The crowd of roughly forty guests clapped quietly, anxiously awaiting their dosage of jazz.

The drummer started off with a steady beat that immediately set the Pyro to work on a cadenza. She spouted off jazz chords and several riffs with grace notes thrown in for kicks. It was not long before she was joined by the saxophonist, the Spy's accordion, and the rest of the jazz ensemble.

Spy realized that the muscle memory he'd lost quickly returned to him. It'd been so long since he'd laid a hand on an instrument, and now here he was, jamming away. Meanwhile, the Pyro went back and forth with the electric bassist. At one point during one of Pyro's solos, she made eye contact with the Spy.

Does she want me to..?

The Pyro nodded and smiled as if she could read his thoughts. She finished her solo and the Spy took over with jazz chord arpeggios, quickly segueing into the song's melody. His fingers moved with a brisk alacrity. When he finished, the crowd applauded and the saxophonist took over. He looked at his partner from across the stage and noticed that the smile she gave him was unlike any he'd seen before from her. This was one of pride; she seemed thoroughly and genuinely impressed. Spy could tell and in that moment felt like a teenager again, one who had impressed a girl he crushed on for the first time. A new invigoration inspiration coursed through his veins; he was determined to play his absolute best.

For several hours they carried on, taking requests from the increasingly-eager crowd and testing out new types of playing styles. White-hot stage lights rained down on the performers and covered them in a thin sheen of sweat as they jammed the night away on their small stage. Unfortunately, time had flown particularly fast that night, and it had gotten late before they'd realized it. Pyro checked her watch in between sets and stood up reflexively.

"Wow first timing then they are really good duos," crystal replied. Spy nodded in a greement.

"Oh my God, what? It's already three in the morning! Sorry, but I gotta split, my man."

"But the night is young, Littl-I mean, Miss O'Brien. There were times you wouldn't leave until the sun rose!"

"Damn it, as much as you know I'd love to, I can't stay that late. I'm expecting a big visit later, and I've gotta be prepared. You dig?"

"I understand, I do. You be careful, now, ya hear? Make sure Fabio here's gotcher back!"

"I'm not worried about it," she laughed, facing the pinstripe-clad man who was putting his jacket back on. "Ready to go, Fabio?"

"TOTALLY, SWEETCHEEKS!"

Crystal laughed while both spy seem to not know what they meant.