Mr Blue works as an employee during the day. After that, he takes off his tie, and his hands stop adjusting the knot, and start playing music, meanwhile the night begins, and his soul can come out.
“Smoke creates blue twirls in the dark, they remind me of grey skies I have seen many times, with clouds running on and covering the moon, now made by that spotlight, and the brushes on drums make the rain rustle…
It was a very hard day, busy and complicated… nobody seemed to get my words, none listening but just shouting…
Music starts flowing through my veins, I’m closing my door and you, grumpy, are out! The show is about to begin, mind is clear, heart pumping, following the rhythm… fingers give the first touch to the strings… audience have a small thrill, I can feel it by their voices becoming lower and stopping the chat…
Hello dears… It’s me… I’m Mr Blue!”
“Smoke creates blue twirls in the dark, they remind me of grey skies I have seen many times, with clouds running on and covering the moon, now made by that spotlight, and the brushes on drums make the rain rustle…
It was a very hard day, busy and complicated… nobody seemed to get my words, none listening but just shouting…
Music starts flowing through my veins, I’m closing my door and you, grumpy, are out! The show is about to begin, mind is clear, heart pumping, following the rhythm… fingers give the first touch to the strings… audience have a small thrill, I can feel it by their voices becoming lower and stopping the chat…
Hello dears… It’s me… I’m Mr Blue!”
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