The Reward Is In The Risk.

We Are The Ones Who Take This Thing Called Music And Line It Up With This Thing Called Time. We Are The Ticking, We Are The Pulsing, We Are Underneath Every Part Of This Moment. And By Making The Moment Our Own, We Are Rendering It Timeless. There Is No Audience. There Are No Instruments. There Are Only Bodies And Thoughts And Murmurs And Looks. It's The Concert Rush To End All Concert Rushes, Because This Is What Matters. When The Heart Races, This Is What It's Racing Towards.

I Particularly Loved The Adjective Bookish, Which I Found Other People Used About As Often As Ramrod Or Chum Or Teetotaler.

Wow. I Feel Like In This Riot Of People, I Have Been Kicked In The Stomach, But By The Giddy Police. Forget About The Need For Oxygen. My Mouth Wants To Go Back To The Place It Just Left.

Answer All The Questions That I'm Too Afraid To Ask

This Must Be Part Of Mother Nature's Master Plan—making These Boys So Irresistibly Cute, In Such A Naughty Way, That The Purity Of Their Intentions Becomes Irrelevant.