Apartment Made of B flats

Place your seven fingers in the proper condition over the crafty, aluminium meteor crushes over the golden body of your instrument. Close your eyes. Reed is as wet as a servant bringing in the boxes full of treasure on a rainy day, an intense rain that below your coat, the skin meeting water drops falling out of high altitudes where the wind plays its flute to build an emperor of joy. 1...,2...,1,2,3 and. Scan the scale, your fingers taking stage by moving up and down with the high bpm level to put on a musical play. "Thank you, for having the New York musicians on stage". Done. Walk down your alley to reach home. Don't forget to take left or the shortcut will be missed when you are near by the studio. Green doors, 3rd floor, #5. Sit on the couch and remember your first silly tone. A guy coming out of second floor shaking because of the noise now becoming a fan to listen, like the apartment does. Not done. You owe one to them for respecting the long run.