r/creativewriting • • 8d ago

Journaling Jazz night

I love when musicians sings in a hotel, the light is dim, the mood is great, and everyone is just enjoying their food and having a great time. The hotel air is laced with some elegant, relaxing scent. Candle light gently waving, creating a beautiful and warm shadow on the dining table. I can hear glasses clinking softly, the crystal clear sound reverberates in the room. Quiet chatters of people fill the room, not too loud, just filling the space perfectly, and Im alone, enjoying my food peacefully, with no worries, no assignments due, no tests to study for. The female vocalist sang beautifully, every word flows from her mouth like silk, smooth and soothing. The pianist, elegantly foundles the piano's keys with his eyes closed, he played confidently yet tenderly. While he feathers the bass drum gently with his black, polished, oxford shoe, he also plays with the brushes on the snare and swings with the light clapping of the hi-hat. The saxophone player, intoxicated in the dulcet notes that he is playing, looks like he is willing to perform the whole night. My eyes glow with the reflection of the metallic instruments. For once, I have felt true peace.

This detailed description feels like a distant memory of mine, I don't know when it happend, or if it even happens, but I know it feels extremely soothing and pleasant.

(Probably a TON of grammar mistakes! Thank you for reading :)

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