Golden Boy by Clifford Odets

May I tell you something? If you laugh Ill never speak to you againWith music Im
never alone when Im alone Playing musicthats like saying, I am man. I belong
here. How do you do world, good evening! When I play music nothing is closed to me.
Im not afraid of people and what they say. Theres no war in music. Its not like the
streets. But when you leave your roomdown in the streetsIts war! Music cant help
me there. People have hurt my feelings for years. I never forget. You cant get even with
people by playing the fiddle. If music shot bullets Id like it betterartists and people
like that are freaks today. The world moves fast and they sit around like forgotten dopes.
Understand?