“He woke in a fit of frustration and angst. The only thing that could still his mind was the sunrise and bellow of soulful jazz. The night holds a great deal of promise, he thought; she would be there, dancing again. His thoughts racing, his mind could not be calmed. Barely reading, frantically flipping through the pages of countless books, searching for some form of counsel. He could not find any.
Changing his tune, he lay the needle down on the wax plate in front of him, and let her voice echo in the room. He filled his lungs with air as if trying to inhale her every word. He put on his clothes piece by piece, as if armor against the penetrating love of the night ahead… Walking out confident, he took every step carefully, one after the other, to her…the girl at the cabaret.”
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