Something for Bowtie’s story (that I will make one day eventually)
 

 
 
It was almost midnight. I am standing outside the back of the bar in this city where I will perform the next day. I had nothing better to do with my time then visit the avenue beforehand and inside I got into conversation with this person. She stood out a lot, she had brown hair with purple stripes, a black suit and a striking purple bowtie. When I asked what her name was she simply said I can call her Bowtie. Odd name really, but at least it matches her appearance. She didn’t seem wiling to tell me more then that. It wasn’t the only mysterious thing about her. At some point in the conversation she mentioned she has some ‘‘errands’’ to run, as I was about to leave myself we both went outside at the same time and said our goodbye’s. Before leaving she hesitated for a second and asked me: ‘‘Do you want to come with me?’’ We only met an hour ago and I don’t know what got into me, but something her and this night made me agree to it. I wanted to find out more about her. As I am getting into her car right now I wonder to myself what I got myself into or where we are even going. I guess I will find out soon.