But what is more real than a song?

“Stop filling your head with such fanciful delusions and songs of love and heroes and light and color and happiness. That is not real life. Life is not pink and yellow and a cool breeze on a warm summer day. Love is fleeting. Life is grey; full of disappointments, broken promises and broken dreams. And it never gets better. Before you know it, it’s over.”

“But what is more real than a song?”

Dinner Theater

“Everything is fine!” she exclaimed. The words rolled so easily off her tongue. It took years to master the up-tempo inflections and the easy smile at the end.

Even she herself believed it, only for a moment. Once the moment had passed, the glaring truth spewed up like sewage in a clear water lake. Everything was not fine. Far from it.