All that Blues.

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All the Blues.

Luis left the guitar and lit a cigarette. The pub was fairly full for Thursday. Put his mouth to the microphone and said "A pausita."
He went to the bar and the waiter came over a glass of lemonade with ice.
"Give me a Scotch and soda"
The boy sighed, "How are we going? Six months or less. "
"If you were here to discuss not tip would ask. Servimed whiskey "
"So we're going to be?"
"Yes, I'll throw a pale Servimed two."
"What happened to Luis? Is it was Anita's new? "
"You do not see around here right?"
The waiter poured the glass and Luis got a ticket from his pocket.
"You know you do not pay here."
"It's the tip."
He left five dollars on the bar and drank the drink.
"I do not come. And nobody comes. "
"What do you want me to say? Know where you got when you left the books and cazaste the viola. "
"I never thought it would be so lonely. I saw it coming. "
"Finally you are the bluesy character that both wanted to be. You pay for your dreams like everyone else. "
"The bohemian caught us on the wrong side, right?"
"I never wanted to be bohemian. But unless I wanted to be an accountant. "
"Servimed another and tell you a secret."
Reluctantly he poured another glass and leaned on the bar to bring his face close to the musician as much as he could.
"There are many things that make me less miserable to play guitar" He put out his cigarette and looked him straight in the eye. "But nothing makes me happier."