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There used to be parties after rehersals and gofing around at breaks where friends were made or at least professional relationships formed around a mutual love. These were great. But I really miss the conversations with Emily on the phone or in person that would just astound me. I was thrilled at the time that there was someone that I could talk to about music, either technically or passionately who would be able to respond with at least equal interest. The kind of wide eyed emotion she had was beautiful. I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me a bit competitive. Could I match that level of feeling? Did music make me laugh? Cry? Giddy? Was it able to lift me to the heights of extasy and plunge me into the depths of dispair as the notes swept along the staff? I was proud to say that I could at least come close to her level and probably sometimes equal it.
... thanks jamie. you made my day. <3
... thanks jamie. you made my day. <3