Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第226/327页)

familiartohim.

    “NowIgetyourpoint”hesaid.“Youthinkyoreetsandearnourkeepasstreetmusis.AlthoughIusedtopythesaxophonewhenIwasyoung,Ihaven’ttoucheditindecades.Idon’tthinkwemakealivingbyit.”Mr.KaffeethrewagBig-O,whowasstandingbehindhim.Big-Oquicklyleftfortheirtemplewhichwasjustnearby,andsoourhaleathercase.

    “Whydon’tyoutry?”suggestedRichard.“Howcouldyouknowifyoodenoughornotwith?Maybeaftersomepracticeyouwillfindyoodasyoueverwere!”Dimitri’stwoloyalservants,Imaginationaivity,whohadbeenhidinginsidehisbrain,alsocajoledtheirmaster,saying

    “Sire,whydon’tyoutryitoutastheywantyouto?Didn’tyoutellusthateverythingwillbeokayifyoujustletyourselfehestateofzero.Whydon’tyouehestateofzeroaheresttous?”Dimitrifollowedtheadviceofhisloyalservantsaeredthestateofzero.Takingupthesaxophone,hebeganpying.Hefirsttriedoutsomesoundsandkeys,pyingthescalesacoupleoftimesandkeysfamiliarizinghisfihenthepipe-likesaxophonepuffedoutstrainsofrich,zestymusiotes.Mr.Kaffeealsoopeneduphiscaseandtookoutacssicallookingviolin,whoselineswereoldandsimpleandlookedasifitwasatleastacoupleofturiesold.ItwasMr.Kaffee’sfavoriteinstrument,onewhieverpartedwithevenatthemoststripointofhislife.Hetuatinghisbowtothestringsandusinghisspectacurteiquepyedanintricate,floweryandluxuriantItaliansong.EvenifthegreatlegendaryviolinistNiccolePaganiillive,hecouldnothavedoer.Richardwasecstaticallyexultantandcried,

    “Ialsohaveaninstrument.MybaseguitarandJamaz’sAfridrumprovidegreatbausic.Heyguys,wehaveenoughinstrumentstanizeaband!”Thus,thisstrange-lookingband,hastilyputtogetherwasborn.Butitwasalreadyte,sotheypracticedforawhileanddecidedtogoontheroadthedayaheircareerasstreetmusis.

    Davidopenedhisfuzzyeyesandsawmyriadsofstarsdottingtheeveningskies.Thergeclothedistancechimedfourtimes,announgtotheworldthatitwas4a.m.,almostdawnnow.Davidsatupinshock.Herememberedingtothissquarethembeforewherafficwasheavyandtherewerelotsofpedestriansingandgoing.Thatmeanthehadbeensleepingforalmostonewholeday.Helookedaroundandfirmedthathehadnotmovedandwasstiltthesamesquare.

    “WhereisDimitri?”hewondered.“Hehasdisappeared!Thatbstedolddogjustupawithoutwakingme!”Buttheericallysppedhimselfonhischeeksandmuttered,“ItwasDimitriwhogedmylife.Heismysavior.Ishouldnotbefoul-mouthinghimbehindhisback.”Hisheartgavealurchwheacold,wetpatthecrotchofhistrousers,butthenherememberedthatstnightheoncemorevisitedDimitri’sKingdomofDreamswhereheagainsatonKingDimitri’spuregoldthroheairwasfullofwonderfulmusidanendlessarrayofthemostdeliciousfoodwasbroughtbeforehiheywerepaceattendantswhosedutywastoseetohiseverywant.Aftereatinghisfill,hehadagreattimedangwiththepaceattendantsonebyonebeforechoosingtwoofthemtoapanyhimtothebackofthepacewherehewasabletofulfillhiswildestsexualfantasies...“WellIsupposemycold,wetpantsareproofofthatdreamlikeexperience.Ihaven’thadwetdreamsforsolongthatIscarcelyrememberthesttimeIhadomusthavebeenyearsago.Ithoughtonlyyoungmenhadthem.Doesthismeanthatyouthandvitalityareagainbamywitheredandricketybody?IthoughtthatIhadlivedmylifeinvainand