by tragicbirthday (lmfao sry if this story wack)
For my ears,
The cello and saxophone, are both ravishingly sexy.
It sounds odd I know, but let's believe it true.
I know he plays the saxophone, Purple.
So let's say, let's say they meet. The cello and saxophone, that is.
Let's say they... meet at a park.
A wonderful park, full of green and trees and happy people.
Let's say they shook hands, exchanged warm smiles.
Found a seat for the cellist,
and a nice, shady spot.
And created a story for all the lovers.