Night. The usual urban scenery scrolls through the bus window. Some sparks of street lights keep me alert in my half-sleep. I get off the bus to get in another vehicle. I cross path with some other people and I can hear the keys in their pockets and bags colliding with other objects. Those sounds merge into a kind of chime. I look up in the sky and see so many stars. How come the city is so dark tonight? I settle in the new vehicle and I feel like time slows down. Oh! We're lifting. I look through the window to verify. I see a shadow detaching from the ocean of darkness. It comes closer to the street lamp. It's a woman. She starts to dance timidly, but progressively with passion and freedom like nobody's watching. It seems like I'm the only one who sees her. Who is she? She's so gracious and carefree. I get off. I want to dance with her. I try to catch her. She laughs and then runs away, still dancing and jumping from place to place. I try to follow her. At times we look each other in the eyes. We're playing. I've never felt so much joy.

I'm lucky to know this amazing person. When I share my music to her, she tells me what she sees while listening to the whole piece. She sees a story that the music is telling. I'll probably hire her as soon as I can afford making music videos.

She wrote me in French. I translated, slightly edited, and arranged the story.


13th self-release of the year, part of my track a week challenge.
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