“Yht…ButIammoreedabout…whetherwewilleverseeKingDimitriagaininthislife…”
“I’msurewewill”saidAishafirmly.“Wewilllseehimagain.Heislikeatravelerwholovestoroamaroundtheworld.Wheired,hewillehome.Wejusthavetoatientlyinourdreams;hewillbebaeofthesedays…”
Thepipe-likesaxophonepuffedoutstrainsofrich,zestymusiotes.Sweetmelody,sohappy,boldandflowing,pyedwiththeenthusiasticstyleandrhythmofjazzwasapahemencholy,passionateandringingheviolin.Theviolinistwasusiintricate,floweryandluxuriantteiquesathisandtosendhismusicstothemassesgatheredthere.Thetwoinstrumentswereverydifferent,onecssioderheycolboratedsoseamlesslyastheyperformed,oneaskingandonelying.Thecleverteamingupoftwoinstrumentsonecssiodernproducedaspectacurimpressionthatledtheaudieoarealmofdeepthought.Mixedinthemusicwastherhythmofdrums,sovividandfulloflife,asifingfromthemysteriousAfrijungles.Ofcoursetheparticipationofthebaseguitarwasiabletoaddtotherhythmandvolumeofthemusic.Thepeoplestoppingbythesquaretolistentothestreetperfrewmoreandmorenumerous,manyofwhomreallylikedwhattheywerehearingandthrewdownmoreandmoresandpaperbills.Peopleinthecrowdwerepointingandchatteringsaying,
“Hey,look!Themusipyingthesaxophoneisblind!Hisclothesaresooldandraggedyhelookslikeahomelessperson;buthismusiotbad!”
“What’sseaboutthat?Theviolinistseemsfamiliar.HelookslikeMr.Kaffee,thatmobsterthatdomihtheunderworldandtheworldofhighfinanceawhileback.Yah,yah,that’shim,that’shimalright!Howeheissodesperatenowthathehasbeeastreetmusiinthepanyofhobos?Buthisviolinperformanceisfirstcss!”
“Hey,Iknowthatdrummer.HeisJamaz.ThatonepyingthebaseguitarisRichard.Thesetwoareinseparablepals.Whentheywereflushwithcashtheylivedalifeofdebauchery,eatingdrinkingandwomanizing.Whenthemoneywasgoheywoulddooddjobs.Ididn’tknowtheyrettygoodmusis.”
“Whoisthatguyinamonks’habitonthefrihecrowddoingsecuritywork?”
“Youdon’tknowhim?IftheviolinistisMr.Kaffee,thatmonkmustbehishenBig-O,that#1assassioosonhischestishistrademark.Seeit?Seeit?Dooonearhim.Hecouldbreakyourneckwithowistofhishands.”
“Hey!Theguyovertherestoopingonthegroundpigupsandpaperbillsisthatpoorhobowhoisalwaysaroundherepigupcigarettebutts.Nowhehasbeeedtothejobofcollegmoneyfroup.Looksasiffortunehassmiledonhimandhewillbemakingsomemohesquarewasquitewindyandthepaperbillspeoplethrewdowncouldeasilybeblownawaybythewind,soDavidwasbusycollegthebillsandthrustiohisbosomwhilethrowingthesintoatinboxbeforehim.Whenthepaperbillsthrustintohisbosomforsafe-keepingbecameathickwad,helookedmeaningfullyatBig-O,asiftellinghimthey’vegotenoughmoneyforfoodanddrinksthatnightandtheoldmonknodded.Big-Ostrodetothefrontandshouted,
“That’sit!Thankyoueveryoneforyourkindtributions.Wearedoheday.We’llbebackheretomorrow.Hopeyoueagain.”Hisboomingvoiceseemedtohavetheeffeilitaryorderandthecrowdobedientlydispersed.Thegoodfriendsgatheredtogethertocarefullyputawaythemusistruments,thetoolsoftheirtradethattheyrelyonfortheirlivelihoodandotbedamaged.Richardwastheohoughtofthepntoformabandandperformoreetstoearnsomemoheywouldrichbyit,butitwasenoughforthefriendstogetsomefoodanddrinksfortheday.Notenoughforthemtogetreallyqualitygoodliquorperhaps,buttheyweresatisfiedwithcheapwhiskey.
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