Neb: I do not own Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. This is a fanfic with my own OC. I hope you enjoy.
It was a quite noisy night with the jazz bars playing their saxophones like there was no tomorrow. It was 1922 in good old Chicago Illinois back when Jazz was at it's most hype. Some even called it roaring. One of the top bars in the city was called the Nightingale where everyone in town came to dance along to the Josephine Sisters. The big sister with red hair and golden eyes was Aileen Josephine. She was one of the top musicians in the city when it came to piano, saxophone, and the viola. Her little sister not as talented was always supporting her with her double bass guitar. She had brown hair tied back, round granny glasses, and charcoal eyes that didn't draw men's attention like her elder sibling. She was Jolene Josephine on paper, but people referred to her with her less flattering nickname JoJo. Still Jolene Josephine was the one who was good with money and keeping her sister out of trouble. She learned how to use a switchblade from her father, Jordan Joseph Smith, back when he was alive and on the streets learned to keep a hatpin tucked away in her hair just in case a man got to handsy with her careless older sister.
"Pass the lipstick JoJo," Aileen spoke up as she was powdering her cheeks. The two of them were about to jump back on stage and Aileen wanted to be ready.
"Here," Jolene responded as she grabbed the red lipstick and passed it to her sister. "Maybe you should go easy on the makeup sis. I noticed some predatory eyes in the crowd last night."
"You worry too much JoJo," Aileen giggled. "Besides, drawing attention is what allows us to pay our bills. If you take off those glasses and untie that hair, maybe you'd get a few fellas giving you the look also."
"That's the last thing I need," Jolene scoffed. "Some twat thinking I'm a defenseless floozy. We'd be stalked every night."
"Or protected," Aileen suggested. "Someone else would be doing the fighting for you instead."
"Protect little ole Me?", Jolene responded sarcastically. That'll make the perverts bring guns instead of their paws. For someone who's older then me you sure don't have any wisdom."
"Look who's getting cocky," Aileen scoffed. "Let's just get on that stage and finish up this night."
"Hey," a big blonde man spoke up wearing a fedora. "Are you ladies gettin on stage or what?"
"Cool your jets big man," Aileen sighed.
"Yeah Dash," Jolene grinned. "We're just making sure when we get on stage people start throwing more tips."
"Remember forty percent of what you make goes to the house," Dash pointed out.
"Whatever you say gangster," Jolene yawned as she tuned her bass.
"Hey! Don't call me gangster! Now get your butts on stage before I find a new band. There's a lot of people looking for a joint like mine to play their hearts out."
"Play their hearts out," Aileen grinned. "Now that just put a song in my head."
"This is no time to make up new songs," Jolene growled.
"Just follow my lead sis," Aileen ordered as she entered the stage followed by JoJo. "Start me off with a B note and then give me your best chord sis."
"What does that even mean," Jolene muttered. She did as her sister instructed and then her sister sat at a piano and begun going up and down the keys as if doing a scale, though she skipped a few note along the way. Then she begun to sing as JoJo continued to add the sound of her bass on every forth note.
"Some people go out clubbing, they play their hearts out.. Some people go out drinking, until the days out. These people give me a nice rush. They play their hearts out, they play their hearts out. I just want to play, I wanna play my heart out. I just want to sing, until the day's out, until the day, the day. the day ay ay ay is out! I just want to play, to play, to play until the night's out, until the night's out. Free woman, free to be on stage. lovely lady, enough to be on front page. I just want to play, I just want to play until the day's out until my heart out."
JoJo noticed her sister was coming to a close and followed her sister's diminuendo. They played twelve more songs, all of them became more upbeat than the next as her sister transitioned instruments from piano to viola, and then to her Saxophone where she took the center stage and started soloing leaving her sister JoJo behind as she always did. Still the night went by quickly even if it was a typical night. As they finished up JoJo noticed something odd. There was a man with white hair and glasses shaped like hers. His eyes were teal and he had freckles along his face. The man was in his mid twenties so two years older then JoJo and three years younger then her sister. He unlike the other men was staring at her with fascination instead of Aileen. This didn't make JoJo happy in anyway, in fact it made her skin crawl.
"Excuse me," the man spoke up as JoJo exited the stage. "I'd like to buy you a drink."
"I'm not interested."
"Then could you at least play with my newly crafted guitar pick?", the man wondered.
She stared at him confused and then found it acceptable as a request, but still weird. "So your a fan of bass and guitar players."
"Indeed," the man smiled. "Though I have made a few bows as well I think your sister might like, but I didn't bring any." He pulled out a black shiny guitar pick that looked like it was made of stone.
She took it and stared at it with amazement. "Is this meteorite?"
"Indeed," the man grinned. "I think stone picks will be all the rage someday, I'm trying to start a trend. If you could hang onto it for a few days and maybe let me know what you think, that would be lovely."
"I suppose that's fine," JoJo smiled. She pocketed the pick and he turned away. "Wait. I'll take that drink."
To Be Continued.
