beginnings
Ezreal had both their guitars, trombone, and trumpet on their back, two suitcases in their hands as they walked up to the resort. All they could think was how bougie this place really was. They had been called out to be the new house musician for the resort, which meant many things. Ezreal wouldn’t have taken it, seeing as it took them so far from home, but they had been struggling recently and would be foolish to turn down the cash.
Not realizing that someone was walking past them, Ezreal accidentally turned around too fast, almost clocking the person with their luggage.
“Shit- I’m sorry, I have to be careful,” Ezreal apologized, glad they didn’t actually hit.

















