The theatre is packed tonight. You smile a little ways to your lover, who smiles back assuringly. Suddenly the lights dim, spotlights drifting to the lead singer of tonight, Al Bowlly, while the melody of his newest song plays. Closing your eyes, you bask in the presence of the lyrics washing over you, accompanied by the trumpets singing their tunes. All of a sudden you hear someone calling your name. You crack open your eye slyly, as if expecting as if expecting your partner to greet you back, but you are only met with a record player. Playing a song. The song. Heartaches? Weren’t you just at the theatre? But where was Al Bowlly? Your head hurts, it felt so real. Too real. It couldn’t have just been a memory, could it have? Was it all just a burning memory?
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