I don't give myself to the music. It grabs ahold of me and takes what it wants. It takes away everything until there's nothing left but the music, and I am the music, and when I put my lips to the mouthpiece, it closes the circuit on a filter, and when the music gives back what it took, it's more pure than it was before. When the music takes hold, there isn't any fat on your body to hate, or any loneliness or shame to feel. There's only the feel of the keys and your lips and the sound of the horn, and when it ends, nothing matters anymore, because it wraps you up in itself and shields you from the world. Carry that song in your soul, and you can take on the world.