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January 18th, 2007 by Eric K (Permalink)
Label: Curling Legs Year: 2005 Add Comments |
Once upon a time, there was a little prince who dreamed. In his dream appeared to him the most beautiful music he or any other man had ever heard. At once he knew he had heard what he had been searching for his whole life: the perfect song. Scrabbling around for a candle, he hurried to write down this composition lest he forget it but alas, no sooner than he had remembered where he had left his quill did he forget score and was unable to write. Nevertheless, the beauty of the music still played in his head and, though every time he tried to record the melody it escaped him, he could not forget the hold it had taken on him in his dream.
Immediately, he left his chambers at the top of the Ivories Tower and requested to see his father, the King of Jazzland, so he could tell him of his dream. But when he did meet the King and told him what he knew the King only laughed and said, “Son. You want me to believe that you dreamed that which we have been searching for as long as we have lived in this land but you cannot tell me what it was, or sing to me its tune? It was a dream and a dream is of no use to me. Please do not waste my time any further.”
“It… there… there was a woman,” stuttered the prince, “a singer.”
“Ho, ho, ho!” replied the King, “You cannot even tell me who was there in this dream. Now, I am very busy and you have piano lessons early tomorrow. Please return to your chambers.”
Despondent, the prince returned to his bedroom, sad that noone in the Kingdom of Jazzland would ever be able to share with him this perfect song. Eventually, the prince went back to sleep and once again the woman appeared and sang her most perfect song. At once, the prince awoke but this time he did not look for his quill to transcribe the music but sat on the end of his bed and held the moment in his mind. Then, smiling, the prince slept.
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