(It only happens when I dance with you)
Some days she sounded so beautiful. Even she was amazed.
The Xmas was unusually warm, the flowers started blooming out of season.
But there were days when he imagined that she could sing anything into existence.
He imagined that she would be a perfect ingenue (she had that in her voice) and that she probably was miscast when she was on the stage with him. Any guy 30-15 younger than he was would have been acceptably matched with her.
He kept himself up nights, worried, jealous, doubting why she would even care about staying with him. Touring, let alone sharing his bed.
One night he had a dream, it was something familiar. It was him looking into her eyes. And he knew that it was him being the leading man. He saw himself as the leading man in her life. It all worked.
Some days she sounded so beautiful. Even she was amazed.
The Xmas was unusually warm, the flowers started blooming out of season.
But there were days when he imagined that she could sing anything into existence.
He imagined that she would be a perfect ingenue (she had that in her voice) and that she probably was miscast when she was on the stage with him. Any guy 30-15 younger than he was would have been acceptably matched with her.
He kept himself up nights, worried, jealous, doubting why she would even care about staying with him. Touring, let alone sharing his bed.
One night he had a dream, it was something familiar. It was him looking into her eyes. And he knew that it was him being the leading man. He saw himself as the leading man in her life. It all worked.
