When life becomes a musical
In the coffee shop today they had Suzanne Vega's Luka playing over the speakers. After the song was finished, the guy working behind the counter started singing the song again under his breath.
My name is Luka, I live on the second floor...
He stopped after the first line, but then the customer behind me in the line picked it up and sang the next line,
I live upstairs from you,
and I'm sure that if I had continued from there,
yes I think you've seen me before.
disembodied guitar music would have started up, and we would have finished the song with the rest of the customers joining in on the chorus.
Sadly this didn't happen; I got my coffee and sat down to drink it while reading a book, and when I was done I went back to the office to work.
My name is Luka, I live on the second floor...
He stopped after the first line, but then the customer behind me in the line picked it up and sang the next line,
I live upstairs from you,
and I'm sure that if I had continued from there,
yes I think you've seen me before.
disembodied guitar music would have started up, and we would have finished the song with the rest of the customers joining in on the chorus.
Sadly this didn't happen; I got my coffee and sat down to drink it while reading a book, and when I was done I went back to the office to work.