There is a girl and she sits at the window of a fifth floor hotel room admiring the scene of a man in the lobby slowly playing a luxurious tune on his saxophone. She is transfixed–awash in appreciation. But of course, she only feels this peace due to her place in the world and the mother standing near. Now, her mother has gone and her place is lost; but a luxurious tune on a saxophone can, at least for a time, open the door to that same hotel room where her mother danced and the man played in the lobby.
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Someone really must warn her not to spend her life as Gatsby did.
