The wind beneath my dreams

Dear neighbor,

I admire the diligence you apply in practicing your instrument, which I cannot precisely identify but which I can most certainly hear through my walls. You sound like you must be pretty good. Really; I’m not just saying that.

However, I do wish you’d start your practice sessions at a more reasonable time in the morning, like, say 1 or 2 p.m. or perhaps later, depending on the day. Today, for example, is Saturday, the day after most normal people have stayed out a bit late. On weekends, I’d prefer you to break out your instrument, which may or may not be a clarinet, no earlier than 3 p.m. It’s really best for all of us if you consider my request and act upon it.

Sincerely,
Rock and Roll Grammarian

P.S. — I’m pretty sure you have that one sixteenth-note passage down pat. Good job! Now please move on to something else.

P.P.S. — I’ve been missing my keyboard — which has headphones, by the way — a lot lately, and your practicing just makes matters worse. Therefore, screw you.

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One response to “The wind beneath my dreams

  1. Don’t worry. I know right where your keyboard is. It’s safe. And heavy.Heh heh.Brian

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