Musician's Dream

It was when the people had started to drift away and Ray was left alone once more that a young woman approached him. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and she had shoulder length brown hair. Ray was drawn to her eyes -- they looked so kind. "Hello," she said. "You have a beautiful voice." Ray blushed slightly. "Thank you." She smiled. "I think I can help you." "How?" Ray asked, knowing that he …

…startling "bbrriiing," as if an alarm clock went off. Ray jumped up, nearly hitting his head on the night lamp over his head. He looked around for his beautiful wife who had gone out of town to spend last evening with her parents. As the morning's cobwebs departed, he remembered that today he had a rehearsal with his new group, and, he remembered where he was. Ray muttered, "Aw man, just a Musician's Dream."