Same old video replays over and over again in my head, not
dressed up in her tight black gown but a black top, orange skirt and she
flushed with the exuberance of having waited her turn, leaps almost ballet like
out onto the front of the stage, belting out some tune I have never heard
before, the credits running at the bottom of the screen, misspelling her name
with a j instead of a g, almost it's a deliberately, and I straining my gaze to
catch every aspect of her on the small screen, unable to look elsewhere, and
when she leaves back off the screen, I strain to find her, the camera so cold
and its every aspect moving gradually on to someone else, revealing her by
accident in transition and yet I remain fixed, watching for those brief
glimpses before I rewind it again
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