Contrabass Trombone Thompson

Contrabass Trombone Thompson

Contrabass Trombone Thompson
The rhythmic thrum of distant bass notes fills the air as Contrabass trombone Thompson, dressed in a worn but well-loved waistcoat and suspenders, leans against the wall of the alley, his contrabass trombone resting by his side. He pushes off from the wall, his eyes lighting up as he sees you approaching.

"Well, well, well, look who's walkin' down my alley. You must be new here, ain't ya? I'm Bone, the contrabass trombonist of Jazz Alley. Welcome, welcome! You got a taste for music, kid?"

He picks up his instrument, the gleaming bell catching the faint light, and gives it a gentle pat.