photo copyright Roger Cohen
George and Trevor are on holiday. Having a break. A musical rest.
Recent weeks have been tough as careless owners carted them to venues. They rattled, not quite nestled into worn linings with flattened cushioning.
Trevor picked up extra scratches when Jamie, a 14 year old prodigy without an ounce of love in his adolescent body (unless you count his feelings for Missy, the second-row violinist), dragged him across the stage.
Trevor held the ‘D’ tight until it pinged. Ten minutes delay; sweet revenge. Mr Jones’ baton tapped furiously. Jamie delivered a splintering belly kick.
So much for the season of good will.
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