#pls don’t worry about length! Most of this was just exposition to give you some Rory clues

[qvintcssence]

( @howlingwind — Chrissy)

Rory strummed on her guitar, singing an acoustic mash up of Blank Space and Style by Taylor Swift. She didn’t do this often anymore. When she’s first got to New York, she would go to Times Square and perform all the time, but it was always more about handing out the photography cards Syria had helped her make than the music. She wasn’t a stellar musician, but playing popular music seemed to get the attention of New Yorkers about as well as anything else. But then Devone interfered, and she was so traumatized and academically behind that she’d simply forgotten.

Now, she sat on the polluted sidewalk, cross legged and shoeless, hair tied up in a messy bun and a stack of business cards by her side. It felt a little like returning to her roots, and if she made a little money? That was good too. She really needed to buy a decent ring. The ring pop, cute as it was, wasn’t cutting it anymore.

“Hey there!” She called out, pausing her singing but continuing to strum. A beautiful young woman was passing by, and Rory could only hope that she was a student or actor in need of some photos. “You look exceptionally photogenic,” she declared. “Any chance you need a photographer? College graduation is right around the corner...”