The concerts all went well. Friday night = I sucked, my boss on music sponsoring was there; anyway, she loved the orchestra, so there we go. Sunday = I played well.
Mouse Bridget Jones discovered that the guy that made her smile all month is taken. Or seems to. And has a very very gorgeous brother. That's good news and bad news in one. I can either spill all of my tears out of my eyes, or, ask coldly the brother's phone number, ergh?
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