I once heard a song on the radio in the car. I actually pulled over to listen and strained my ears at the end, praying for the dj to mention the singers name. He did and in no time I was at the ill-named freerecord shop, gleefully paying for an entire album just to own that one song. I told everyone who wanted to hear that I had discovered a new singer, or at least a great song, but scorn was my due. Corny was the word most heard. Pathetic a good number two. And yet to this day the song strikes a chord with me. So when safe from other people's ears, I will stand in the living room and roar along, or whisper along as the emotion takes me. And afterwards I am embarrassed that tears flowed, but in the moment itself, it was exactly what I wanted...
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My boyfriend plays the harp.
Oh yes he does. He has two, and the smallest is actually in our living room.
We once got the romantic idea of him playing me a goodnight song in bed.
He first had to tune the harp for 30 minutes. It was not romantic at all. It was horrible.
The goodnight song afterwards could not make up.
We never tried again.
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