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Post by Kalisa Boha on Apr 5, 2011 12:05:28 GMT -5
It was a bright sunny day one fine Saturday morning. The birds were chirping merrily, and the people went about their own business, those that they'd usually do during weekend mornings, like run around the park, or walk their dogs, or play a good game of soccer. All of these drifted almost instantly from Kalisa's head as she began tapping her fingers against the drums she held so closely in between her knees. The sun was already bright and shining, though she could only imagine it, being stuck inside the coffee shop. She stifled a yawn, glancing now across the crowd of people.
Unlike some of the patrons who clearly had enough rest, the girl had been over there for around seven hours. Sure, there was free coffee and a good meal for her and the rest of her team anyways, so it was a good enough consolation for her. But they weren't here particularly for the free food, but rather the free performance spot that they'd get. The StarBeans coffee shop over at the outskirts was constantly trying to be a cheaper counterpart of Starbucks coffee that they employed live jazz music to play music for the customers. This idea was one that was very well-received by the people. In fact, it became so popular that there were people from the city who had traveled just to experience the place.
Today, the band was performing during the morning rush, Kalisa and the rest of her troupe. As the people sat silently, taking bites out of their bagels, she began to tap into her drums. Rhythmically. Constantly. Steadily. Softly. Soon, the saxophone melted in with the bongos, and the harmonica, and the soothing vocals. Everything was just lucid, and it was clearly that everyone loved the music. They paused, taking in the beauty of the music. Each note seems to have a calming effect, one that was clearly and obviously sinking in to the patron. Within minutes, as the mesh of instruments begin to play, the customers of the coffeeshop slowly begin to fall asleep.
The rest of them gently put down their instruments and raid the unsuspecting people off of their things. As they do so, Kaa sets her instrument down and makes her way outside the establishment while the rest of her team wipes everyone clean. She steps out, a bit farther from the entrance of the coffee shop, standing a safe distance from the place. She was near enough to stop anyone who may run towards it, hoping to get in, but far enough for people to not be able to link her to the crime happening inside. Hopefully, they would just finish looting faster. Ka wasn't, after all, much for small talk.
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