I woke up, darkness surrounded and enveloped me. I could hear shifting behind the darkness, and then there was light, blinding, searing light, right on my face. I looked around and found myself somewhere I had never been, with unfamiliar faces all around. I wasn't tied up or anything, just sitting on a chair. Quite comfortable one at that, it was old Italian leather by the feel, my instruments case was the same kind so I knew the feel.
I looked ahead, and there was a man, deep sunken cheeks and laugh lines, they juxstaposed eachother harshly, but he had an air of kindness to him. The kind you'd get from an old barber or a window washer, that friendly old sort of feel. He was brandished in a nice suit, with a hankerchief popping out ever so slightly in his coat. He took a deep penetrating glare into me. And said "hello there, I've heard you're the best in the city, now aren't you?" Silence.... I tried to speak but the air was thick with anticipation. I finally croaked out "the best at what?" And he looked suprised for a second, "the best jazz player this city has ever known, you see, I'm here to offer you a job, my daughter loves your jazz and wants you to play for her 18th birthday, would you be willing to? I'd pay the full fee." I took all that in, and decided it was the best thing for me to say yes.
And so, I waited, I played my annual diners and restaurants, and until the day the birthday came.
I played my heart out that night. And it was the best performance I've ever done, standing ovation from everyone. And after, the boss approached me again, thanked me, paid in full cash, and said "you know sonny, I have an idea for you, how about you sign a record deal with a few buddies of mine, don't worry it's nothing shady, but you got talent. Real talent. And that is rare these days."
I took the deal, and ever since, I've been living in this high rise above the town, now tell me, who are you again?
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