He was an interesting fellow, you see. More interesting then that man with the beers on T.V., but unlike he, this man shall remain un-named. He was amazing with his hands. They moved so fast and with a dash of each finger, he found the right note. Hit the right chords and of course all he heard was rounds of applause. Sorry, my fault...That was me. You see, I surprisingly enough couldn't help but fall to a hush as he made that beautiful noise. Not a voice sounded. The soloist seemed to be in his own little word, creating great sounds with each chord, according to the crowd.
It was his party, yet he was the entertainment. Everywhere he went. That moment upon the piano chair hushed the drunken crowd into an attentive recital audience. Judges, even. Yet as he stood from the chair and gracefully bowed, it became so loud again. Lively and things happening all over, once more. I could not keep my eyes off of him, my neighbor, the Soloist. As he looked so dearly into the eyes of Miss G, the most beautiful moment I've seen. In that moment, I hated him. He was so great and then she made me happy. She pulled away from his gaze and found mine.
Of course, in due time, she made her way to me as he mingled with other guests. I suggest that my #2 favorite was Gatsby, of course. With the charm that never wore off. While some brains were too foolish to be a part of this man's master plan. he believed in them and look at what it cost.
Though some have strayed from their course, I of course, stay on point. With minimal flaws, I don't fall. So you see, I'm stay high above stars...In my UFO car. I'm flyer then your average being which is why I'm an Unidentified Flyer Object then alotta you dudes. Hence why your not seeing me. No lie...I gotta reach down just to touch the sky, that's how fly I am. Damn, who's #2 again? F.S. Fitzgerald, you ever heard of the Great Gatsby?
Somewhat of a sad American classic to me.
R. $olo
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