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5 Louis walked to the front of the stage. They had no mics
then. Louis tilted his head back and blew a new kind of blues,

blowing notes higher than anyone had ever heard, holding them
longer than anyone else—notes that moaned, then turned sugar

sweet and soared so high they touched the moon. One by one
each note turned colors: first blue, then lazy purple, then

spinning round like pink molasses and cotton candy, then into
swirls of rainbow-colored ribbons. All floated down as soft as

velvet, turning in the air, curling into your ears.

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