A SAXOPHONE that came from New Orleans in America once had to stay for a long time in Athens for the needs of a music show. The first time went by smoothly: he visited Acropolis, strolled around Monastiraki and Thiseion, and as soon as the first weekend came, he took a ship to visit the islands nearby.
A few weeks later, however, he felt homesick. “I miss New Orleans”, he told the other musical instruments in the music school where he lived. As the days went by, things got even worse as he had less and less energy for rehearsals: he found fault in everything, and everything seemed wrong to him, as he found himself feeling like a stranger in a foreign land. A week or two later, he barely even showed up in rehearsals. When he eventually did, his music tone was melancholic and moody, despite the fact that they had chosen a happy tune to play.
The other musical instruments in the school worried that if he kept on like that, they would have to cancel the show. So, they put two and two together, and decided they had to act. “Leave it to me”, the violin volunteered.
The very next day, and while they were having a break from rehearsals, the violin met the saxophone in his dressing room. “I miss my hometown, and everything looks foreign here”, the saxophone explained.
“What do you miss most?”, the violin asked him.
“We have a very special relationship to music in New Orleans, one that is nowhere to be found in the world”, the saxophone continued.
After hearing all he had to say, the violin went back to the other musical instruments and analyzed the situation. They quickly came to the conclusion that they should make him feel like home. The violin and the record player then went straight to the school library, where they dug through the huge collection of discs to find music that the saxophone would find familiar. They ended up with an old disc from Louis Armstrong, a famous jazz musician that came from New Orleans, whose songs were famous all over the world.
The next day they all gathered again to rehearse on time and surprise the saxophone. They even agreed with the record player that he would instantly start playing the record they had found as soon as the saxophone entered the room. So, it happened.
“What a sweet melody!”, the saxophone said, tears flooding his eyes. The other musical instruments then played his favorite songs from the record, each one with his own sound. Their trick worked: the saxophone soon followed them, as he felt as if he were in New Orleans. And so, the rehearsals went on.
Many months later, and after the saxophone had taken part in all the music shows they had staged giving his best self, he took the long way back home. The other musical instruments gathered to the airport to say farewell, and he, in turn, thanked them for their hospitality. “I’ll miss beautiful Greece and the music school”, the saxophone told them as he got on the plane to fly away.
The next year, and so as to make things even, the saxophone invited the other musical instruments to New Orleans, where they gave a music show together and had the chance to get to know the secrets of Jazz music from first hand....