Once upon a time, Bossy went to a free concert at noon on a Friday. In fact she went to quite a few free concerts at noon on a Friday — until Bossy and her friend Martha drank all the wine in the world and sopped up the last of the universe’s condiments with their bar fries, The End.
And so it happened on one of these free concerts at noon on a Friday, a concert featuring the band Chairlift, a boy fell asleep in his solo:
But that’s OK if the boy fell asleep in his solo, because luckily there was also a girl in the band:
Just when Bossy thought all was lost and she’d have to end her bedtime story due to a breakout of sleeping, Bossy spied these on the boy:
And just when Bossy thought she’d have to reduce her post to typing snarky things like, Hide the children’s eyes, jazz shoes are back, Bossy spied these, right behind the jazz shoes:
This super cute boot was on the foot of
Cinderella the sleeping keyboard girl who was no longer sleeping but rather dancing around the snoozing guitar boy who was maybe still sleeping:
Before Bossy could say Why isn’t there more Bloody Mary in a Bloody Mary, the concert was over. Bossy considered sticking around for the Chairlift meet and greet just so she could slip the boots her phone number, but Bossy and her friend Martha had a pressing appointment with two train station barstools.
And so Bossy never did find out anything about the tall dark and handsome boots, and Bossy lived to a ripe old age never knowing their love, experiencing their warmth, or even knowing their name.
The End. For real.