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People Listen To Music With Cavemen Ears: Is It A Bird Song Or The Call Of A Lion? The Audience At A Musical Is Dancing In Their Hearts.

Write About The Thing That Frightens You Most.

We Have To Hear The Stories Of Women At All Ages Of Their Lives In Order To Really Present A Picture Of What It Felt Like To Be Alive In Our Time. That's What Our Job Is As Writers Is To Present That And Create It. Our Job As Writers Isn't To Make As Much Money As We Can. Our Job Is To Create A Record Of This Time. That's Why If You Leave Out Women And The Stories Of Women, We Failed At Our Mission. All Of Us. Men And Women.

Mama, I Know You Used To Ride The Bus. Riding The Bus, And It’s Hot And Bumpy And Crowded And Too Noisy, And More Than Anything Else In The World, You Wanna Get Off. And The Only Reason In The World You Don’t Get Off Is It’s Still Fifty Blocks From Where You’re Going. Well, I Can Get Off Right Now If I Want To. Because Even If I Ride Fifty More Years And Get Off Then, It’s Still The Same Place When I Step Down To It. Whenever I Feel Like It, I Can Get Off. Whenever I’ve Had Enough, It’s My Stop. I’ve Had Enough.

No. You Can't. And I Can't Do Anything Either, About My Life, To Change It, Make It Better, Make Me Feel Better About It. Like It Better, Make It Work. But I Can Stop It. Shut It Down, Turn It Off Like The Radio When There's Nothing On I Want To Listen To. It's All I Really Have That Belongs To Me And I'm Going To Say What Happens To It. And It's Going To Stop. And I'm Going To Stop It. So. Let's Just Have A Good Time.