Music for the heart, mind, and spirit...

I was in an old theatre with red velvet seats. There were a couple of women there and we were talking about wind instruments. One of the women pulled out a battered case and opened it. Inside was a clarinet that wasn’t stained black like most I’ve seen but rather looked like it was and African hard wood. She said it was a battle clarinet from the war. She played it and it sounded amazing. I played a wooden flute and there was music. Suddenly, she started acting like a puppet on strings and was dancing around the theatre, twirling and moving about on the chairs so authentically that I was laughing. Then she approached a wall and was humping it like a pole dancer. It was hysterical and I awoke laughing.

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