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You don’t know who you are, as you find yourself no longer believing in the talent that was once the vessel of your future.

You try to avoid the places and faces you know, more comfortable hiding than having a good time.

You fade into your closest friends, where you hardly ever offer, or rarely ever deliver a punch-line.

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You find yourself the deepest hole, in the safest place, in which you can hide.

While the entire world seems to be zipping around in red convertibles, laughing and giving you the finger as they pass you by.

Then one night when you do come out, and you find yourself in front of the club waiting in line,

Your eyes shift about and you pray that no one recognizes you as that guy from that night…

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Then a half-hour later as you check your coat, you realize that nobody ever does, and sigh.

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But all the sudden, across the cliche’ dance floor through the dark shades of cascading smoke you see this girl…

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The corners of your eyes can’t help but track her every move.

As she seems to have that fluid balance of smile, mystery and groove.

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And then someone casually mentions that she sings and she acts, and that she looking for a project to do.

And then you smile and try to get past that nauseating enthusiasm that comes over you…

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And you take a deep breath and you muster up the courage, and you walk up and say “hi”.

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But I didn’t…  I couldn’t…  I’ve never been blessed with that style.

(So I left the club uncomfortably convenienced into going back to not being that guy.)

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But after bearing the weight for several months of yet another lost opportunity,

Fates’ subtle grace brought this vision back in front of me…

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