I will probably roam through the night, go to desolate empty parts of downtown, where all the restaurants have closed down, but the street lights are still perfectly lighting the narrow old fashion streets, have a music player that plays out loud with good quality at a decent volume, and passionately sing my heart out for the silent world to hear. (With a bottle of pepper spray. No doubt… Just in case…)
I watched this guy dance his heart out… Then I wanted to have his babies.
I watched this guy play the strings off of his guitar. I got all hot and embarrassed.
I listened to this guy sing for a half hour. I wanted to hold his hand and be with him forever.
I met this guy that played the piano like it was nobody’s business…
…I got his number.
Music is the way to my heart.