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OOM: A Night on the Town
"Hey, hey, Republic City!" Tahno calls into the microphone at The Green Heaven, trombone in hand. "Are you ready for the champs?"
Cheers erupt around the nightclub, and Tahno turns around, tapping his foot. Ming, the Whitefalls Wolfbats' earthbender, sets the rhythm with the drums, and Shaozu, their firebender, kicks in with the trumpet. The oboe, the tuba, and a couple of stringed instruments round out the band. Tahno waits until his cue to whirl around, pressing his lips to the mouthpiece of his trombone.
The sound of their band is clean and cool. Soon, the mellow harmonies give way to jittery, atonal forays of free jazz, and swing back around to an earthy groove. The boys rely on the blues and unpredictable improvisation to stir the souls of their audience, and get their hearts pumping.
Tahno drops his jaw and parts his lips to make a rounder, brassier sound. He keeps his mouth tight at the corners and loose in the center, breathing life into the instrument with his powerful lungs. He gently pinions the slide with the tips of his index and middle fingers and his thumb, shaping his hand like a gun.
The people sway along with Tahno, some of them dancing. The boy loves every minute of it. Truthfully, the set is over far too soon for him--he could play all evening--but the night is just beginning. He bows along with his bandmates, taking a second bow for the solo he performed. Then he sets his trombone aside to mingle, signing autographs and accepting drinks.
A woman approaches him with her boyfriend's arm slung around her shoulders. They're both attractive, and Tahno makes plans to take them both home by the end of the night. "We're big fans of your work," she gushes, and Tahno turns his smile on her.
"Thanks," he drawls, leaning forward enough to catch the scent of her perfume--and knows she'll catch his. The boy lowers his voice intimately, fixing them both in his pale-eyed gaze. "Hey. D'ya wanna to talk somewhere quieter?"
Her breath hitches, and she glances to her boyfriend with a bitten lip, who nods. Tahno smiles again. He packs up his trombone and leads them away to get something to eat. Then they're off to his place, where he demonstrates just how nice kissing a trombonist can be.
Tahno drifts off to sleep just as dawn softly approaches, boneless and content.
Cheers erupt around the nightclub, and Tahno turns around, tapping his foot. Ming, the Whitefalls Wolfbats' earthbender, sets the rhythm with the drums, and Shaozu, their firebender, kicks in with the trumpet. The oboe, the tuba, and a couple of stringed instruments round out the band. Tahno waits until his cue to whirl around, pressing his lips to the mouthpiece of his trombone.
The sound of their band is clean and cool. Soon, the mellow harmonies give way to jittery, atonal forays of free jazz, and swing back around to an earthy groove. The boys rely on the blues and unpredictable improvisation to stir the souls of their audience, and get their hearts pumping.
Tahno drops his jaw and parts his lips to make a rounder, brassier sound. He keeps his mouth tight at the corners and loose in the center, breathing life into the instrument with his powerful lungs. He gently pinions the slide with the tips of his index and middle fingers and his thumb, shaping his hand like a gun.
The people sway along with Tahno, some of them dancing. The boy loves every minute of it. Truthfully, the set is over far too soon for him--he could play all evening--but the night is just beginning. He bows along with his bandmates, taking a second bow for the solo he performed. Then he sets his trombone aside to mingle, signing autographs and accepting drinks.
A woman approaches him with her boyfriend's arm slung around her shoulders. They're both attractive, and Tahno makes plans to take them both home by the end of the night. "We're big fans of your work," she gushes, and Tahno turns his smile on her.
"Thanks," he drawls, leaning forward enough to catch the scent of her perfume--and knows she'll catch his. The boy lowers his voice intimately, fixing them both in his pale-eyed gaze. "Hey. D'ya wanna to talk somewhere quieter?"
Her breath hitches, and she glances to her boyfriend with a bitten lip, who nods. Tahno smiles again. He packs up his trombone and leads them away to get something to eat. Then they're off to his place, where he demonstrates just how nice kissing a trombonist can be.
Tahno drifts off to sleep just as dawn softly approaches, boneless and content.