2 years ago, I promised myself I would dance en pointe on that stage. Maybe watching what could have been would have been a painful experience. A painful experience I was willing to go through. Yet you deliberately took that option away. Sigh.
In principle, it was wrong.
In practice, her smile made the trip worthwhile. The way her eyes lit up when she saw me, slightly breathless after taking the steps two at a go. The way she laughed out loud in an un-patronizing way when I told her I intend to further my studies abroad. A person who suffices with my mere presence. I will be an artist, I will draw you before you fade back to dust.
On a different note,
New York New York by Frank Sinatra. Ignore the video, just listen to the song. I can't find a performance by him on Youtube for this song.
I love this cover and I daresay a tad more than the original.
I'm not watching Cat Power, nor Kings of Convenience live next year. Kick me somebody.
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