I was just scrolling down the omgcp fic tag on AO3 and paused at a big band AU. Ooooh! And then I read the summary and Jack was carrying a saxophone case and I stopped short and SCOFFED because CLEARLY Jack is a trumpet okay? Like, this was so obvious to me that I was ready to backbutton out of sheer NOTP indignation. But Bitty could still be a sax so they could bounce riffs off each other, what if Bitty… And then I second-guessed myself! Because what if Bad Bob (whose name totally still works) is like Clarence Clemons, a household name because he played with Springsteen? And Jack wants so badly to follow in his footsteps, and he’s technically brilliant, but he just ain’t got no swing! But here comes Bitty: concert flutist who picked up sax two years ago, and Jack’s like, “This is bullshit, you cannot just WALK into SAXOPHONE,” and Bitty’s like, “They have most of the same fingerings, JACKass. Oh, are you a mono-instrumentalist? You poor thing.” And Jack really wants to yell, “I ALSO PLAY PIANO,” but that would be giving ground, so he just sulks. Most isn’t all fingerings though, and Bitty is not as good at sax as Jack, his embouchure is a little tight and his high notes are squeaky. But: the boy’s got soul. And Jack’s like, “If you can’t keep up then scram,” and Bitty’s like, “Your riffs sound like you practiced them ten times in a row in the broom closet until they lost all ownership of the term ‘riff.’” And Jack’s like, “Well I never!” And Bitty’s like, “Yes honey it’s pretty clear you never,” and twerks off into the parking lot and Jack is overcome with Confusing Feelings. But eventually they learn to play together and Jack helps Bitty with technique and Bitty teaches Jack to jam. And much sexy jazz happens and they move in together and their reeds soak in the same cup on the bathroom counter, domestic bliss.
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