Album: The Price of Fame
The next two days will be long, and - dare I say - grueling; yet after that, with no rehearsals, there'll be a huge tear in the fabric of my after-hours - which I've been making plans to patch over this week: Pole. Street jazz. Salsa. German. Latin. Cello? Violin? Bansuri?
The blood test results should be out tomorrow - I've a feeling it's gonna be all right.
My job, however - the one I'd deferred so much for - will disappoint me. And it's keeping me trapped on this island for this year.
I know this is your song, but I'm making it mine. Your songs, now mine.
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