Red Arpeggio: A Happiness Tale
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Winter waltzed out and sat right down, her white gown glittering in the spotlight. Then, flashing a wicked smile at the crowd (which expected the same dreary same old), let go with a trill of notes that made them gasp and sit right up in their velvet seats.
She was one cool player, this mama, her hands flying over the ivories, her head thrown back in a laugh.
This was some new kind of jazz, fresh and spicy, and it sent little shivers up their spines, made them feel like someone was brushing snare drums behind their eyelids.
And the captivating rhythm of its smooth red arpeggios caught up their spirits in its joy and made them want to fly up like doves and disappear in the dazzling, billowing sky.
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