Solo guitar auditions.
Lemon cake is out of the oven.
It smells so good it makes me want to dance a little ballet and sing an operetta.
The cat invites herself with a few moves.
Electric crescendo, trembling dance, excitement rising.
Sweet and sour bites so finger-licking good.
The strings whip out unwritten poetry and mesmerized by the song's rhythm, my lips instantly whistle the fiery melody.
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