And naturally, among those holding hands are Sara and Barry. Sara find a nice spot not too far from the stage but away from the larger crowds, and unfurls a blanket. They sit, listening to jazz both old and new, and hug, and embrace, and kiss as well, and exchange meaningful glances, and have a generally wonderful time.

[ooc: sounds good to me. we could try to do the rest tommorow - e-mail me.]