The Jazz Singer

I’m in love with a jazz singer. I would do anything to have her. I’m intoxicated by her sensual style. Her lovely face and shimmering gowns make me smile. I attend every weekend show, but I’m too shy to let her know. In the back of the dimly lit piano bar, I love her from afar. Her angelic voice, the saxophone and piano, beckons me to step away from the shadow. Her songs caress my heart, and it takes all I can do not to fall apart. I withstand the crowded atmosphere simply because she is here. A note is sent one month later, I have noticed you, come to my room 102. Amazingly, the Angel of fate made her feel love for me!