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Heading in to the gig. Not a trace of a smile on my artistically organized face. Hair brushed out to gleaming. Soft scent of lemon and jasmine lifting from curl and limb. This long week has fouled my spirits. But watch.... The show must go on. Ill smile as I exit the car, listen as well as I am able to the happy words of waiting fans and friends. And Ill sing. But when the music ends and I once again am headed home... ::sigh:: Unless some magic happens... One never knows~
Posted on: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 19:55:06 +0000

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