That is the last I can remember....
* * * * *
When I come out of it this time, someone is pounding me on the back.
"Ann?" I say hopefully, but I know inside that it will be useless.
"Beautiful going, Mac. Beautiful," someone is saying.
"What?" I ask blankly.
"That _Stardust_. Boy, you were really out of the world on that one."
Then I open my eyes and look up. It is Ernie Martin, our sax player,
who has the chair next to me in Benny's.
I look around. I am back in Benny's. As I put down my slip-horn there
is a scattering of applause from the tables.
Someone shouts at me. I close my eyes, but the noise is still there. I
keep my eyes closed, and then I hear music.
Ernie is hitting me with his elbow.
"Get in," he says.