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Thursday, September 25, 2014

You're Playing My Song

Mr. Frank: Hey, Doll Face, are you home?

Lilly Faye: I'm up here, Frank. Come sit a spell.

Mr. Frank: I'm here to apologize. I'm as sorry as can be that our first date didn't turn out the way I planned it.

Lilly Faye: You had some good ideas. You brought me flowers.

Mr. Frank: Sure, but after I picked them from the best garden in the neighborhood, I accidentally sat on them.

Lilly Faye: It could happen to anybody, Frank.

Mr. Frank: Then I got us tossed out of that fancy restaurant before the entree course.

Lilly Faye: I think the chef was insulted when you barged into the kitchen and questioned his culinary taste.

Mr. Frank: Who does that to shrimp? I had to say something.

Lilly Faye: At least they kicked us out before the bill came. 

Besides, it wasn't that I minded so much when you went to question the chef, it was more about being left behind to watch your tuba by myself. Why did you insist on bringing it along, anyway?

Mr. Frank: I didn't dare leave it in the car. It's a valuable instrument.

Lilly Faye: Maybe next time you could leave your tuba at home.

Mr. Frank: I wanted to have it with me when I took you to the jazz club after dinner. I was certain Trombone Shorty would ask me to come onstage and play a set with him as a professional courtesy, one brass player to another. I hoped to impress you.

Lilly Faye: The room was dark and crowded. He probably didn't see you waving at him, Frank.

Mr. Frank: Even from the audience, hearing Trombone Shorty play was a transcendent experience.

Lilly Faye: Thank you for taking me to see him, Frank. His performance was a revelation for me, too.

Mr. Frank: Wait a minute, Doll Face. You said "next time." Does that mean you're willing to go out with me again?

Lilly Faye: Sure, Frank. The first half of the evening was a bust, but when things started going wrong, you didn't get mad, or yell, or throw things. And most importantly, you didn't try to blame me or anybody else. You stayed your quiet, steady self. Self-control is a very attractive quality, Frank. I was impressed.

Mr. Frank: Have I told you how beautiful you are, Lilly Faye?

Lilly Faye: Tee-hee. You're making me blush, Frank!

Frank: Pucker up, baby. Smooch!

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