Thursday, October 14, 2010
I am red, although I have never been a member of the communist party. Red... like Carrot Top. My home is ridiculously small. I can hardly move between the velvet walls of my room. My only possession is a curiously shaped slice of wood. I play with it. It goes everywhere with me. I do not know why, but I have named it Reid. Everything needs a name, I suppose. Sometimes, people like to hold me and put their mouths around me. As uncomfortable as it is, it creates a beautiful sound! Sound like I would have never been able to produce on my own. What seems like a blend of hundreds of perfect notes and tones fills the room and amazes everyone in earshot. My name is Tenor, and I am saxy as hell!
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I like reading about the saxophone's point of view. I think musical instruments do have a mind of there own.
ReplyDeleteI think your writing is very clever, and persuasive (SP)? but at first i didnt know what you were talking about when you were reading it out loud, but i think this is very descriptive, you should write as a professional! great job i like your writing style very much
ReplyDeleteWow! This is very creative..I like how when you read aloud there are many directions the listener can take your words...its pretty Saxy!
ReplyDeleteGood use of words and it kind of made me wonder what you was talking about at first. Your piece of work is very catching and descriptive.
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