One day a man with a guitar went to Kensington as he really wanted to see the royal albert hall.
He had realised that his favourite artist always played there. From a little boy he thought that it would be nice to be in a band but the furthest he ever got with that was Apple's Garage band. While this filled him with ecstacy it never really had the buzz that he wanted. Whilst sitting on the bus, he thought about his life and how it had been hard through out the years. Now in his aged life he realised that it was a piece of cake. He got of the bus and started to walk through the park.
On his way he stumbled a cross a Studio at Flat number One 2 melody Road. He was able to reminisce and look at the buildings at it inspired him to write a song. As he walked toward Albert Hall. He played his guitar, though it was an electric guitar still there was no reason to rig it up.
It was only logical for him to play, whilst he was singing and walking people gave him money, some one even gave him an apple with a bite in it. He didn't care, he still ate it.
He crossed the road and got hit by a Micra, the damage was minimal as when the collision was made the Micra had just been waxed so it was Micrasoft! he crossed the road and walked fifty yards down the road where he met another musician who liked to play bass. He was in a cue, whilst the guitarist willing to play with him he had no time to wait with the Cuebassist.
Fifteen minutes later he arrived at the Royal Albert Hall...
he then jumped on the bus and went back home.
As he walked through the Door he thought...that was a big waste of time.
Moral of the story is....
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