Virginia Breeze

A lovely song about the love you won’t ever forget

So Many Stars

Maybe I didn’t love you
As I turn onto Union Square
Maybe I didn’t love you
As I slip my token into the turnstile
Maybe I only need to think about the past
You can understand
As I wedge myself between two boom-box boys
On the A train

Maybe I don’t love you now
As I check out a brand new stove
Walking by a kitchen-wares store on Lex
Maybe I just needed to love
Anyone at all

Maybe I won’t ever love you again
As I walk into Manny’s for some strings
Maybe we won’t ever be friends

Could I have needed to love the dark
As I try to avoid a jakey on Broome
Could I have conjured you
On imaginary avenues

Well maybe I need to merge with the all
As I stare at the sunset over the Hudson
And there you’d become one of
So many stars

What if I couldn’t tell you apart
What if I couldn’t pick out your face
What if I didn’t love you
Didn’t love you
There are so many stars

What if I couldn’t pick out your face
Or find your hands
There are so many stars

What if I didn’t love you
But what if I do
How will I know
What will you do
When I find you
There are so many stars

What if you’re out there
And I just didn’t see you
I could lose you just like that
Maybe forever
There are so many stars
So many stars
There are so many stars
There are so many stars

My journey actually did not begin with Harry Potter. It began with Carly Simon. But that is another story. And one that will wait a long time to be told. Here is So Many Stars.

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I am sorry we are being overrun with American Idol stuff but we are getting near the end and things are heating up. I started blogging because of AI and Jordin Sparks. They and she convinced me I needed a creative outlet. You need one too if you haven’t found one. It doesn’t have to be blogging.

You could paint faces on rocks and then throw them out into a lake. Then when things warm up you could swim out and practice diving until you find them all. I used to do that but not recently. I pass it along to younger readers who happen to enjoy both rock painting and diving.

So Brooke who managed to try to sing her song twice managed to avoid the hot seat while Syesha who “brought the house down” took a trip to the stool.

What is going on? If she had gone home there would be a lot of seriously upset people out there today. Oh wait. There ARE a lot of seriously upset people out there because CARLY went home after singing a dynamite rendition of Jesus Christ Superstar.

We are sorry to see you go Carly. Carly Simon has always been a favorite of mine. You mother made a wise choice in the middle of trying circumstances.

Brooke needs to go home. Personally I think she WANTS to go home. She doesn’t seem to have much confidence and the rigors of life as an American Idol (See prior post and video of Jordin on the move) would probably overwhelm her.

The show overwhelms her. Something is going on with that girl.

Maybe I’m wrong.

Maybe on her way to rehearsal this weekend her Guardian Angel will appear to her and help her out.

“Brooke. Hear me. The next time you sing live in front of millions of people you will remember your words. And, because you have always been a good girl, you will sing like Fergie.”

“Go out and buy some leather pants. And practice doing cartwheels because I am blessing you right now. Remember Cinderella? I was there. “

It could happen. And I am ready for it to happen. Because when Fergie did it with Heart it was hands down the greatest moment in AI history.

Every future contestant should start practicing singing and doing ONE HAND cartwheels WHILE you are singing right now.

And forget the gym shorts. Unless they are made out of leather.

It will take that kind of miracle for Brooke to remain in this thing much longer. And Brooke please don’t cry so much during the show. Who do you think you are? Jordin?

Sorry Jordin. Just a little joke

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A fantasy goes with this photo if you want it.

You are coming home after a day of sailing off Martha’s Vineyard.

You are waiting for a check to arrive in the mail for your latest screenplay.

You are invited to have dinner at Carly Simon’s home.

And in a couple of days you are going to go to the small airport on the island and take your private jet to Aspen to do some skiing with your wife and friends.

Oh. I almost forgot. You just got the report back from your annual physical. No problems and you are in the top five percent for guys your age.

What is your age? HHmmmm. What would you like it to be?