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I spread the dreams under your feet. Step Softly. As you are treading on my dreams.
By Chris Green
The protagonist loses his job following a security breach and he gets down to improving his Charlie Parker repertoire.
Short Story | Updated Dec 15, 2014 | Reads: 37 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 5
By Ben Eddings
Hears to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The crazy ones. People might see psycho rampagers, but we see genius' getting to work on this world. We call them: The Band of Misfits.
By Zvi Zaks
He was just another homeless person, but he makes me hear uncanny, lovely music and, when I close my eyes, I see celestial spheres.
THis is what I think happens in the band room after everybody leaves ;)
I love band and music. This is dedicated to my band instructor. I WILL MISS YOU!!!
Don't you just love jazz music??