@jotaro-fuckin-kujo cont.
“What?!” Monty’s eyes went wide, stumbling back dramatically, “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. Until about a year ago I lived in a small town in japan by the name of Morioh. I had a really bizarre summer, and decided that my talents were best suited to helping the Speedwagon Foundation protect the world from evil stand users. I can gather by the very least that you’re a singer named Monty, but I’ve never heard your music or of you until about a week ago.”
“Well, then,” Monty hastily righted herself, “We’ll just have to remedy that, won’t we, Dream Weaver?” The stand cooed as she held out her hand and stretched out a claw to clasp it. But it stopped just short of her palm, slowly raising back up to reveal a perfectly round crystal resting where nothing had been a moment before. “I’ve another show in a couple of weeks. If you show this to any bouncer, they’ll know it’s from me,” The singer held it out to him, “and let you right in. No questions.”
Jowi took the crystal, and nodded, “Alright. Thanks. I’ll report back and see if I can take some time off to see the show.”