Picture a scene in your mind. Looks at all the people and take note of the setting behind. Listen, watch, and wait. A plot begins to take shape. There's a story.
And the moment will come when composure returns. Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall. And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air.
Seymour Stein, I've been lonely. Caught a glimpse of someone's face. It were mine and I'd been crying. . Half a world away, ticket for a plane. Record company man.
I'm coming over in the wrong direction. I only want to be the centre of your attention. For long enough to show you I'm worth the trouble that you take.