As he had promised, Saturday evening he was under her window with 2 drummers, 4 guitarists, 6 trumpeters, and 8 vocalists. Romantic clamour ensued. All the windows on the street opened, but hers.
‘Keep singing boys!’ he said, undaunted.
An hour later, a crone appeared at the window.
‘Wrong address!’
This week I’m republishing some of my favorite 50-word stories.
boy with a hat 
Something’s wrong with the numbers here… Also where’s the violin? A romantic serenade without violin?!
Come to think of it, more drummers than guitars is indeed not quite right…
you know that this was a great one… crooning a crone! I love it. Randy
What a serenading she missed…
Loved the surprise ending! Great story.
next time send an attachment with multiple choices, easy and not much expensive , even if wrong address..worth the chance
You know, Phil Spector used to do arrangements like that. And wasn’t he a catch?
Classic err. Had the phebe only walked a street further…