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Saturday, July 14, 2007

fly with butterflies

so she comes from behind the curtains and she has a black wig, a red dress and black boots. she looks so fragile, yet so powerful, and her hands clash onto the piano.

so her voice raises high, intense vibrations burst into the air, the guitar and the drum play along and the piano, yes the piano is being played from her beautiful fingertips.

so she dances rather peculiarly, with sudden, somewhat broken moves, she's standing and her knees lean and her hands remain on the piano keyboards, her pelvis comes back and forth and her head shakes, her eyes are closed and she frowns to invisible demons.

so the lights change frantically on the curtain behind and she pokes as she's singing in low, angry voice "fat slut" and the people who came for that jolly red-head they once saw on mtv are rather unease.

so she runs back stage and returns in a fab flashy green outfit, her beautiful red tresses on her shoulders, her smile on her face and her insinuating catsy/soprano voice recrosses the room in electric, powerful waves.

so she sings crucify, siren, and cornflake girl one after another and the crowd just dies and resurrects as she sings along, Bosey always on her side.

so she whispers in the microphone "I don't know how it was for you, but I can feel it" and her hand briefly touches the left side of her chest.

so she sings "silent all these years".

so she grants three encores and they finally let the crowd stand nearby the stage and raise their hands, and tell her how much and how intensely they felt her in their entire beings.

so her last one is

Hey, Jupiter
Nothings been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to

then she runs behind the curtains making a sign that all the frantic vibe from the audience has reached and entered her soul.

so I'm floating on air, I'm lost for words or tears, just one big, rather foolish smile on my face, my feet walking without me, blown away, I know what's so amazing about really deep thoughts and I am so simply, naturally high.

thank you, tori :).

5 Comments:

At 1:14 PM, Blogger Jeriko said...

Ai scris postul asta ca sa mor eu de invidie! Frumos scris :)

 
At 2:13 PM, Blogger OnionSoup said...

wow, ai facut-o si pe asta!

 
At 5:26 PM, Blogger runbaby said...

@jeriko
pai nu fu vorba ca tu si musculin veniti la bucuresti la concert :)? well, cred ca daca eram gay, muream de inima la concert (am fost aproape, oricum), asa de vizata de final m-as fi simtit...

@onionsoup
did it, loved it :)!

 
At 10:55 PM, Blogger albeenah said...

eu ramasesem blocata...nici nu mai puteam sa aplaud...cred ca au fost doua ore din viata mea...cand nu stiam daca sa opresc timpul in loc sau sa il las sa curga sa vad ce piesa o sa mai cante...si adevaratul dans cred ca era cel al degetelor pe clapele pianului...dans orb care m-a lasat muta de admiratie

 
At 12:35 PM, Blogger runbaby said...

@albeenah

I know :)...

 

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