Sally contemplated, and wondered if it was a good idea for her to take part in the performance. After all, it has been a long while since she last played her flute, and with that in mind, her skills are probably still a little rusty.
But Alan was going to be there, as a cellist. Her heart fluttered a little each time the remembered Alan, for all his sweetness, manliness and the warm embraces that he gives. She wasn't content with just showing up at the orchestra to watch Alan play---she wanted to be with Alan and play it.
With a slight sigh, she opened up her elegant flute case and lovingly removed the headjoint, main body and foot joint and assembled them with relative ease. Sitting in front of her musical stand with music on it, she started to practice the flute parts of the pieces.
Soon, the evening arrived, and Sally was still playing on the flute. Her cellphone rang, and hastily, she put her flute down and picked up her cellphone to answer it.
``Hi...?''
``Hey Sally, it's Alan!''
``Oh, Alan! What's up?''
``I was wondering if you'd be free for dinner tonight. I know that it is a little bit late and such, but I found this place that is awesome and would like you to be there.''
Sally was in a spot. On the one hand, she hadn't eaten and would love to go with Alan for dinner, yet on the other hand she had to practice on her flute to ensure that she does a good job at the performance that was going to be in 3 days.
`Oh Alan, why must you always give me such problems?' she thought as she wondered what she should say to him.
(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 07 Apr 2008 07:50:15)
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