Dreaming of Music

The smooth baritone tone reached my ears as I was trying to cook. It made me sway my hips to the sound of jazzed rock ‘n’ roll. I couldn’t help but to admire the saxophone player Manchester and how well they modified their notes. My dinner was finished and the song had turned slow and dreary. I must go downstairs and see this player for myself. I didn’t even put shoes on I was in such a hurry to see this magnificent musician.

Stumbling along the stairs in my rush, I stubbed my toe on the way out the door. I turned to see where this magical musical wizard was stationed and found nothing but the cold harsh wind of winter. Barreling down the alley I searched high and wide to no avail. My alarm finally woke me, forcing my poor befuddled mind back to reality. It was but a dream.