The moon was full and the piano player was still this side of Neptune and playing a little blues number that we were all tagging along to and discovering our bonds that we were quite fond of.
I was going home later so I didn’t have much to lose as I waded in with my horn and blew a couple of wrong notes sideways where I was thinking something else.
The piano player caught them and sent them back to me, like onions and chips on gravy with a warning, not to do it again.
Bolting down my rabbit hole to escape this contract I let out a sigh and fainted.
When I came to, the piano player was leaning over me and holding my hand like as if he wanted to do something, and I was thinking of letting him as I looked into his eyes and saw his heart loving me and caressing me until I couldn’t resist him at all.
As the piano player picked me up into his arms, the breath of romance hit us both like lightning, piercing us until we could not stay apart.
The rest of the band looked on, thinking: ah, there’s goes the piano player again….
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