After all this time…
I finally found someone that truly enjoys my mouth trumpet. In my thirty-one years on this earth, I would’ve never thought that someone would be this intrigued. His eyes narrow, his mouth drops, he stares at me in awe. He loves the soft, melodic vibrations of my upper and lower lip. He’s not embarrassed. He’s not annoyed. It’s almost as if he’s envious of this rare talent of mine.
I’ll give him about two more years.
