Introduction
I am a girl called As. I am going to tell you a lie.
Right now, I am sitting in a conservatory drinking soft old white wine. I am going to tell you things.
I would prefer not to talk too much about myself. I crave your indulgence and therefore I choose not to abuse it by boring you and being egocentric. Suffice to say that my name is As, and I live in the semi-stately Hôte Reliche. I have no one occupation - I write, I perform, I keep myself afloat through the generosity of strangers. But that is not important. What is important is the story of the strangers.
People are so very fascinating to me. My favourite ones are the boys. I should think that I'll tell you first about my new friends.
There are three of them. I would not say that they are equally beautiful but I find it impossible to say which is my favourite.
First there is the rich boy, Posner. He's long as you like, and very shifty. Went to a boarding school all his life, and has only recently met young women. He has a marvellous expression for his face when flirted with - confused, but horny. He reeks of potential.
I suppose the other does too. John is a mild boy who hails from the seaside and writes polyrhythms for the weather, like another - more widely-known - songwriter du jour. If you ask me, he is the most beautiful, with his aquine eyes and so on.
But then that fails to give due praise to the Knave. He's the third, a rakish and treacle-eyed honey who ruins every girl he meets. He's a flirt. But my main objection is that he's full of love, and who can resist that in a young man? Let she who is without sin leave the other to duel it out for his heart.
No adventures with them now. They are writing and playing a musical and I am helping. I am their girl. Now they have gone to their family estates to write. When I have stories, you will find them here. Dream for now.
Right now, I am sitting in a conservatory drinking soft old white wine. I am going to tell you things.
I would prefer not to talk too much about myself. I crave your indulgence and therefore I choose not to abuse it by boring you and being egocentric. Suffice to say that my name is As, and I live in the semi-stately Hôte Reliche. I have no one occupation - I write, I perform, I keep myself afloat through the generosity of strangers. But that is not important. What is important is the story of the strangers.
People are so very fascinating to me. My favourite ones are the boys. I should think that I'll tell you first about my new friends.
There are three of them. I would not say that they are equally beautiful but I find it impossible to say which is my favourite.
First there is the rich boy, Posner. He's long as you like, and very shifty. Went to a boarding school all his life, and has only recently met young women. He has a marvellous expression for his face when flirted with - confused, but horny. He reeks of potential.
I suppose the other does too. John is a mild boy who hails from the seaside and writes polyrhythms for the weather, like another - more widely-known - songwriter du jour. If you ask me, he is the most beautiful, with his aquine eyes and so on.
But then that fails to give due praise to the Knave. He's the third, a rakish and treacle-eyed honey who ruins every girl he meets. He's a flirt. But my main objection is that he's full of love, and who can resist that in a young man? Let she who is without sin leave the other to duel it out for his heart.
No adventures with them now. They are writing and playing a musical and I am helping. I am their girl. Now they have gone to their family estates to write. When I have stories, you will find them here. Dream for now.