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Post by Allen Kiel on Jan 20, 2011 16:44:17 GMT -5
Booths lined the Maestoso Way, all shining and glowing with their own peculiar light. Some held games, many had food, and several sold trinkets. One booth, in particular, was the cause of much attention. It wasn't much of a 'booth' per say, it looked more like a drum circle. Loosely set up in an oval on the side of the way, drums of all shapes and sizes found their homes. Many were being played by wizened old men and giggling children. Some were made of metal and some of gourds. There was even a giant silver triangle hanging in the back.
At the head of the circle, sitting behind a set of large, intricately carved bongo's, was the owner of all the instruments. He was cheerfully bopping away a beat, providing the bass beat for all of the other players to follow. He had been at it for awhile but his styled brown hair was still perfectly in place and he certainly didn't look worn out. He looked alive. His bright teal eyes danced as he observed the crowd around his booth. This was the very reason the owner, Allen Kiel, sold instruments. He wanted to sell music! Music was life and this was as close as anybody could get to being god.
Allen shrugged off his tailored jacket and tossed it on top of a small table behind him. Underneath, his grey button-up shirt wasn't even wrinkled. He may have been a drummer, but Allen would rather play drums naked that get his clothes sweaty. That just wasn't his style. Actually, Allen was known to play almost naked. But, for the sake of the customers, he would stay fully clothed and smiling for now.
An older woman approached Allen and was instantly rewarded with a dazzling smile, "Yes miss? See something you like?" He never paused in his rhythm as he delivered the cheesy, but remarkably charming lines. The woman laughed, clearly amused and asked to purchase a small wooden drum. Allen stretched and stood up, leaving the bongos on the ground. The air around him hung heavily in the absence of the beat but another drummer quickly picked it up and the weight was broken, "Right this way." With the ease of practice, Allen sold the drum, charmed the woman, and filled the empty space in the circle with another drum. His work done for the moment, the shop-keeper settled back to observe his 'booth'.
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