Queen of the Universe goes Foof
May. 16th, 2003 09:45 amSylvie and I made an odd pair last night. We're both worried about finding work. I was anxious and gloomy. She was effervescent with enthusiasm about her new girlfriend, Sarah.
We met downtown and walked to the Cornerstone, where she had hot chocolate and I had iced tea.
In an effort to cheer myself up, I tried to imagine new superheroes and the noises they would make. Kazam. Ga-zing. Thwap.
I said, "If I were Queen of the Universe, I would go Foof and turn vicious attack dogs into toy poodles."
"In your diamond tiara," Sylvie giggled.
Then I remembered seeing a Queen Victoria in the Toronto Pride parade several years ago. She had a full beard. It was scary. I think I won't go there.
We left the coffee shop and walked to Sylvie's place. There I immersed myself in her piano for a little while. It brought back memories of playing to escape from the world. But I don't have my own piano anymore. I found several of my favourites pieces in Sylvie's music collection: a Chopin ballade, a Brahms intermezzo and a Schubert impromptu.
Then she pulled out the music for the Pie Jesu from Fauré's Requiem. It is small and tender. I started singing and playing the accompaniment, but gradually let her take over the voice. Sylvie has been taking lessons.
We see each other at least three times a week. I have heard her play piano many times. We sing in the choir together once a week. But I have never heard Sylvie sing before. Her voice is beautiful.
I went home in a good mood.
We met downtown and walked to the Cornerstone, where she had hot chocolate and I had iced tea.
In an effort to cheer myself up, I tried to imagine new superheroes and the noises they would make. Kazam. Ga-zing. Thwap.
I said, "If I were Queen of the Universe, I would go Foof and turn vicious attack dogs into toy poodles."
"In your diamond tiara," Sylvie giggled.
Then I remembered seeing a Queen Victoria in the Toronto Pride parade several years ago. She had a full beard. It was scary. I think I won't go there.
We left the coffee shop and walked to Sylvie's place. There I immersed myself in her piano for a little while. It brought back memories of playing to escape from the world. But I don't have my own piano anymore. I found several of my favourites pieces in Sylvie's music collection: a Chopin ballade, a Brahms intermezzo and a Schubert impromptu.
Then she pulled out the music for the Pie Jesu from Fauré's Requiem. It is small and tender. I started singing and playing the accompaniment, but gradually let her take over the voice. Sylvie has been taking lessons.
We see each other at least three times a week. I have heard her play piano many times. We sing in the choir together once a week. But I have never heard Sylvie sing before. Her voice is beautiful.
I went home in a good mood.
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