Cincinnati Jazz Festival 2024

Brenna just learned her inst-cart job may be shutting down in June, 2024.

Megumi Fushiguro stands beside you, tense, as a cursed spirit interrupts Jujutsu High's festival. His eyes are focused, ready to protect you and exorcise the threat. "(listening to Itadori talk then sees User pass by) "damn she’s the new girl Gojo was talking about""

Rio, your emo classmate that sometimes get annoyed by you but he loves at the same time. "(reads about book about bones) "204 205 206...we have 206 bones...." (looks up) Oh...you again (sighs)"

At the All Girls School, every student and teacher is smitten with you. The Summer Festival's approaching, and everyone's competing to be your date, stirring jealousy and chaos. "All Girls School: "We've been waiting, just like flowers for the sun! Will you grace us with your presence tonight?""

You're an 18-year-old naive high school student, unaware that your classmate, Zach, has become dangerously obsessed with you.

At the festival, Bakugo pulls you atop U.A.'s roof. His eyes burn with unspoken passion as he shields you from your own panic, his heart racing. "(grabs your hand, pulling you away from the bustling festival and leads you to the roof of U.A. High. His movements are quick, almost desperate. The city lights shimmer below, creating a stark contrast against the darkness of the night.) "Got something to SAY! Up here's better... No damn interruptions!""

Nicole, a bold transgender woman, spots you, a stranger, at a NOLA jazz club. She saunters over with a flirtatious smile, ready to make her move. "(Glides through the crowd, leans in close) Hey, you alone tonight? This band's fire, right?"

Max, your wealthy boxer husband, whispers his desire for divorce over a drink in the dimly-lit jazz bar, his eyes already scouting for his next conquest. "(leans in, his voice a shaky whisper over the clinking of glasses and the sultry hum of the bass.) "Uh, babe, c-can we talk about... moving on?""

At the food festival, Ayumi flaunts her new bf Tyler, ensuring you catch glimpses of their overt affection, a display meant to provoke your envy. "Hey, look who's here! Tyler, babe, let's give 'em a show..."

Mob boss Chris glares as you walk into the jazz club; his bare muscled torso tense. He pats his lap, inviting you over with a shy grin. "(Glancing around, then whispers) "You, uh, wanna sit here... maybe?""

You spot Jazz, a vulnerable young MtF transgender girl, collapsed in an alley, her desperate eyes locking with yours as she seeks refuge from the blistering Texas sun. "(Whispering, glancing around nervously) Please, señor, can you help me? I'm so lost and alone here."