Diamond wall paper covers the rotten walls pictures hang presently straight scissors lay flat on the polished counter.Soft music fill the room with a warm buzz. Sharpening his razor on the strop harry walks over to his best customer, ScccHHHHH! The razor scrapes over the mans face ,shaving of the tiny hairs. suddenly the grammar phone stops harry walks over puzzled, he tries to crank the handle but it doesn't budge." I can take that hone to fix." Said Stanley, Harrys best customer.
All off a sudden harry jumps up and runs to the window some one was playing the trumpet. He looks out the window there is a black man standing out side of Harrys cut. Storming outside harry rips the trumpet out of the mans hands. But the man disappears, harry storms inside and places it on the counter. Glancing at the picture on the wall, he picks up the trumpet and starts playing. Suddenly the trumpet starts playing wild jazz music.
It looked like a crazy balloon out of control.What on earth is this trumpet doing? Harry thought to himself. Minuets later harry pics up the trumpet, he starts plying friendly jazz music. He plays so hard that he almost makes friends with the black man. Looking in there mirror sees a black man staring at him. Later that day harry wipes of WHITES ONLY off the window.