Rilla thanked the taxi-man repeatedly, giving him one-hundred dollars from the ride from New York all the way to Baltimore. She strapped her bass to her back carefully and grasped her oversized messenger bag of clothing. And smiled nervously as she looked around, her right eye twitching instinctively. Where were they supposed to meet? She turned around and reached into her back pocket of her dark blue flares, pulling out a tanned piece of paper. It was.......at...
"The Dixie Boy?" She said in a rough and thick accent. She could read English very well.....but she was ashamed she could not pronounce it correctly. She turned a vivid shade of red and puffed her cheeks out cutely, looking around. Right across the street. She walked in and looked around, her blue eyes flickering around. She didn't know what to do....
"Gerade wundervoll…." She muttered to herself, letting out a huff that moved her bangs away from her face. She adjusted her skeleton hoodie and then stood there like any forgein person would, nervously and with confusion laced across their features.....at least, the feature you could see. Which was her lips. Which had one snakebite on either side of her mouth.
Use this to translate the jibberish. It's easy. Don't use if your computer isn't really fast. It'll mess it up I thinks. German Translation