Character: Emma. Page 2

Dance - a very fair expression of our souls, especially when we're drunk. Drunk alcohol, cigarettes, rubbish and, of course, people who planet is worse than any drug.

I haven't eaten in four days. I haven't slept in two days. I smoked large quantities of cigarettes. In my veins flows the alcohol. On his left wrist, traces of self-torture. Last night I went into simultaneous intimate contact with a man and a woman who lusted long and passionately.
And let it serve me excuse.

The city shines, but silent, pre-dawn silence, as if reproaching us: everyone has a confession to make. But we cannot and do not want to pray. "Saint"... Funny that you take so many sinners.

Look at them, they are whores! - in a whisper tells me to violet, referring to the invited George maidens.
- And who are we? - the question itself flies from his lips. I know the answer, but I don't want it to sound even in thought.

The audience loves you, loves sincerely. We raise our hands, shout, podivam. To be with you half an hour watching an amazing musical show, the vast majority happily this; loyal music fans don't think about how you spend your free time, they catch the stage your smile, looks, stretch your hands to touch... They believe that for you to give concerts as much fun for them to visit. They believe that their love is mutual, and, mingling with the crowd, I believe. But for the sake of why musicians become musicians? I know what you did last night, and I guess, as it will hold coming. For the first time in my life so I know the backstage life of a rock band. And I want to understand what is important to you? Music (one way or another, it's a job), or women's attention and a sea of alcohol? What is the reason that a consequence?..

Dawn absolves better than any priest.

How many stars have been born but their light not yet to come? If tonight went out all of the sun except our own, how many hundreds of years should pass, that we realized that was left alone?

- I wasn't going to leave Cameron. We already came here and then he called and my phone displayed a photo of him... or rather, a photo of a camel, because I have no picture of Cameron and I loaded camel. And this camel made me so angry that I could not resist.
- Not the best day for the camels.
- Did they have good days?

- Emma, but nobody's perfect.
But some people are perfect for each other. Isn't that right?

- I love the smell of Napalm in the morning!
He's a fan of Apocalypse now.

My life has always been in a delicate state of equilibrium, and the scales are usually outweighed not in my favor. If anything was getting better, then something else surely went downhill. This was the harsh lesson taught to me by life, and the awareness of this sad fact a heavy burden pressed on your heart.

- He is changeable, clever...
- False!
- Yes, he is a liar. But, you know, people get that way when you have to see a lot. Experience makes us liars. We lie about who we are and what did...
And about how we feel?
Yes... Always... And this too.

- Did a run tonight?
- Yes-Ah...
- Help you sleep?
- I envy people in comas.

- What College are you going to do?
All. Especially if they are 1000 miles away.
- Amen to that.