[A flick of the thumb to create a ukulele strum]
This small action triggered a feeling amongst three souls in a dimmed, cigarette smoke filled room. Sitting in a wheelchair (for fun), I played my famous tune on the tightly strung ukulele. Sweat pants and wool sock wearing guitar player stepped forth from the marvelous, 20 dollar couch and picked up his electric. Quickly, he began to fill in the spaces of rhythm based off the 3 chords I was releasing into the open air. Thirty seconds and a burp later, the one wearing the oddly appealing bears long sleeve steps around to tap a beat of solitude. Otherwise known as the drums. After a minute of strumming my consistent beat, Wool Socks matches the harmony with his electric. Bears shirt adds jazz to the two in-tune instruments. SHAZAM. Just like that, harmony is in the air, slow dancing with the cigarette smoke. Our voices are silent, for the instruments speak volumes. A volume my heart can feel and embrace. The happening of these three instruments fitting so soothingly together had our hearts smiling for the rest of the cold November night. Until we meet again, harmony.
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