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Italian Aria

Dreamed I was in a musical.

Which we all know I do not do, because I can't sing, and I don't dance.

At the end of the third act, I  had this wonderful solo. I was allowed to speak my part instead of singing it.

I followed an amazing tenor,  who sang an Italian Aria about a man who lost the love of his life.

She had her heart ripped out, and was left alone, bleeding, and dying, in an ally, during a storm.

As she took her final breath, he found her, cradled her in his arms, and pledged to avenge her death.

As he exited stage right, I entered stage left.

Same setting. Same ally. Still raining. His lover's blood still fresh and warm on the bricks.

My solo was actually a beautiful, interpretive dance, to the same piece of music as the tenor's Italian Aria.

I spoke different words in English. My song told the story of a woman, abandoned at birth, still searching for her mother.

The Italian tenor returned. He accused me of being the one who killed his lover. We struggled, and…