In another life, she would be a kindergarten teacher. A sweet loving one.
In another life, I would be a rock star, singing the songs of my life and my previous life and my cat and my previous cat. Yes, it is still going to be a cat.
She looked straight into my eyes and flicked my nose, "It's a long wait. This is not going to end. Forget them."
In another life, I would be a fat girl so I can donor my O blood.
In another life... No, I do not want another life.
And the crazy trumpet player will be a crazy trumpet player. Always. Maybe crazier.
