Red Planet Jazz

by the-typing-kitsune

Twenty years after Spike's death, two new syndicates have risen up on Mars to take the place of the Red Dragons. While the Northern Star syndicate and the Blue Lily syndicate fight, Mars is falling apart under the strain. The Star need a hero. Guess who.

1. Prelude

Heh, this is my first story, please be kind to me and read + review! Oh, and by the way, I don't own Cowboy Bebop.

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The red velvet curtains are drawn back, revealing the shallow stage, illuminated by the spotlight. Each separate beam glances off the instruments of the sextet standing on stage: three trumpets, a drummer, one bass player, and their lead, a saxophone. He stares out at the assembled crowd and snaps his fingers at shoulder level, counting out the beat, which the drummer immediately picks up, tapping it out on the cymbal's edge. The bass sets the bottom line and he speaks, "I think it's about time we blow this scene; let's get everybody and their stuff together…Okay, 3, 2, 1, let's jam." And the trumpets start out on a descending rhythm, the sax joining in with a held note as they start up again. When his time comes, he throws his head back, white light shimmering off black hair, and launches into a brilliant saxophone solo of highs and lows, played straight from the soul. The cobra tattoo on his cheek and neck make him a prisoner from the Beta 3A-7 asteroid system; the deactivated LED chips implanted under his skin, serving as the cobra's red eyes, marks him a freed man.

The trumpets joined in, along with the drums, leading up to a firework ending, an explosion of sound. There was a moment of complete silence, then the crowd burst into applause, standing up. A few people cheered the players as they bowed to them, then the curtains closed and they started filtering to the exits. One rather odd-looking couple are in the audience, a girl and her escort. As they leave the theater, she looks up at her companion.

"It was good, wasn't it?" she says to him.

He looks down at her. "Yes, it was. He kind of reminds me of another saxophone player that we used to know…"

She smirks. "Yeah…" She keeps walking. "C'mon. We'll be late…"

He smiles to himself, flips his long hair over his shoulder, and follows her.

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Yeah, I know it's short, but I'll submit the 1st chapter after I get it typed up, sometime later. Please review!