[location: Central ]
For a good amount of time now, Kurt has been without his tablet. This was fine when he was trying to keep to himself after things took a sour turn in the sanctuary some time back. Now that he needed it again, he had made several trips back to the building in hopes of finding it (to no avail). But he had things to accomplish and, with the city suddenly having rearranged itself, things were easier to go at alone instead of helplessly meandering a sea of halls for a handheld.
Trying to make people come to music has always been pretty fruitless. Though things may have been different in a new setting, one attempt was all that was needed to prove otherwise. Instead, he was just going to bring music to people. Plus it potentially could draw out some people who could help track down his tablet.
So in his usual bullheaded, over the top way, Kurt spent much effort wrangling the band from his auditorium into co-operating with him ( and in the process, discovered making them play with feeling was just not going to happen. ) in spontaneous street performing in the middle of central Taxon. And a performance by Kurt Hummel is not complete without dressing up in something outlandish (sans the bomber because it is summer and that is silly).
He straightens his vest nervously and takes a deep breath before cueing the band to start then jumping in and belting Some People. He can see this failing fantastically, but he's. Going to try regardless.
Trying to make people come to music has always been pretty fruitless. Though things may have been different in a new setting, one attempt was all that was needed to prove otherwise. Instead, he was just going to bring music to people. Plus it potentially could draw out some people who could help track down his tablet.
So in his usual bullheaded, over the top way, Kurt spent much effort wrangling the band from his auditorium into co-operating with him ( and in the process, discovered making them play with feeling was just not going to happen. ) in spontaneous street performing in the middle of central Taxon. And a performance by Kurt Hummel is not complete without dressing up in something outlandish (sans the bomber because it is summer and that is silly).
He straightens his vest nervously and takes a deep breath before cueing the band to start then jumping in and belting Some People. He can see this failing fantastically, but he's. Going to try regardless.