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Verse one: If I had it my way, I would take you down If I had it my way, I would turn you out And if my body had a say I would come again Scared of what I might say cause I'm at the edge Pre-chorus: And our eyes are crossing paths across the room There's only one thing left for us to do Chorus: You can touch me with slow hands Speed it up, baby, make me sweat Dreamland, take me there cause I want your sex If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away Touch, make love, taste you If my body told the truth Baby I would do just what I want to Verse two: If I had it my way, I would take the lead And if I had my way, I would take you deep If my body had a say, I'd get it off my chest Show you all the red lace underneath this dress Pre-chorus x1 Chorus x1 Bridge: My minds getting in the way Can't feel what my body say I'ma tell you anyway I'ma tell you anyway My minds getting in the way Can't feel what my body say I'ma show you anyway I'ma show you anyway There's only one thing left for us to do Oh, you can Chorus x1 You can touch me with slow hands Dreamland If my body had a say, I wouldn't turn away Touch, make love, taste you If my body told the truth Baby I would do Just what I want to
At age 23, Tina Fey was working at a YMCA.
At age 23, Oprah was fired from her first reporting job.Â
At age 24, Stephen King was working as a janitor and living in a trailer.Â
At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school. Â
At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.
At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook.
At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter.Â
At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker.Â
At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs.
Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51.
Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didnât get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40.
Stan Lee didnât release his first big comic book until he was 40.
Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career and landed his first movie role at age 42.
Samuel L. Jackson didnât get his first major movie role until he was 46.
Morgan Freeman landed his first major movie role at age 52.
Kathryn Bigelow won the Academy Award for Best Director when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57.
Grandma Moses didnât begin her painting career until age 76.
Louise Bourgeois didnât become a famous artist until she was 78.
Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You arenât a failure because you havenât found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, itâs okay if you donât even know what your dream is yet. Even if youâre flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where youâll end up tomorrow.
Never tell yourself youâre too old to make it.Â
Never tell yourself you missed your chance.Â
Never tell yourself that you arenât good enough.Â
I remember someone telling me a while back they always wanted to be known as a new artist, and I thought that was really clever and a smart way of going about it. Because, once you get too comfortable with being well known or letting the fame get to you, you lose some of the creativity and the quality of your art can change if you think that youâre not always the newby. So I would hope that Iâm always known as a new artist, or at least approach everything as if Iâm a new artist. It keeps things more exciting too, it keeps you on your toes.â
Fate is a difficult thing to explain. There is no description or definition that can possibly in case all of the emotions intertwined with it. We use the word with ease like naming a common object but there is so much more to fate. Fate is the kind of thing that happens without our knowledge.Â
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I find myself jump out of bed as soon as my alarm sounds. I canât help but feel like a little boy on Christmas. Itâs just lunch, I remind myself. I hear my phone vibrate on the bed side table as it lights up with Marilynâs photo. I excitedly press the green button and there she is; my angel. âThereâs my beautiful girl!â I beam into the phone. âDADDY!!â she enthusiastically chimes down the line, her little face lighting up with excitement. âHow are you angel?â I ask, wishing I could have her in my arms. Being away has been so hard. I miss her so much. âGooooodâ, she replies; emphasising her oâs. She rattles off a long list of fun activities she has been doing over the past few days. âSounds like youâre having so much fun angel, I miss you though ok?â A little pout forms with her lips. âI miss you too Daddyâ, she says in a softer tone. âDaddyâs got to get to work, but you be good for your Aunty and Iâll talk to you later ok? I love you to the moon and back angelâ. I blow a kiss to the screen which Issy pretends to catch while waving frantically at the screen. I press the red button to end the call and start getting ready for my day. After showering with a towel securely around my waist, I glance up and down my wardrobe trying to find a good outfit. I try on a few shirts before settling on a blue one with faint pin stripes. I choose a matching tie which I tie around my neck with precision. My toothbrush swishes over my teeth for a few minutes before I grab my comb and pull it through my black hair. I slowly work my way around the hotel room collecting up the items I need for the day. I glance back at a photo of Isabella and Gabby on my bedside table. Sheâd want me to be happy, I think with a smile.
I hail a taxi and climb in with my things. I find my heart rate quickening again at the thought of seeing her. I dazily watch the buildings pass by as I sit with my chin rested on my upright hand. My phone buzzes in my hand along with a notification of â1 new messageâ that flashes across my screen. I open up the message from Marilyn to see a few photos of Isabella. One is of her smiling her signature grin, another of her pulling a funny face and the third a selfie of her and Marilyn. Although itâs only been a few days I canât help but think she has grown since I last saw her. I all of a sudden start to doubt my decision. Iâm missing out on so much, I think. I remind myself that although it means leaving her for a while, I am doing it for her. âShe needs youâ, I whisper under my breath, lightly grazing my thumb over her smiling face. I look up and recognise her hair softly bouncing up and down her back, matching the motion of her strides. Itâs her, I internally scream to myself with excitement boiling up inside of me. She is riding an old cream vintage bike with a brown straw basket at the front. Her head is secured with a matching helmet as her loose tousled hair is left to hang underneath. She is wearing black Ÿ pants with a loose cream singlet and a light denim jacket. A navy bag hangs on her back, bouncing along with her hair after every push with her foot. She almost looks angelic, as if a ray of light is ever so softly surrounding her. My attention is all of a sudden diverted to a black sedan abruptly rounding a corner from our left. In that moment itâs as if everything happens in slow motion. I feel myself being thrown forward as the sedan makes contact with the front of the taxi, causing it to spin onto the footpath. I feel myself instinctively reach out as if my arms could save her but there is nothing I can do. I feel the impact surge through my body as the front of the taxi crashes into her back wheel, causing the domino effect of her body to meet with the concrete. The taxi continues to travel at what feels like micro speed. My eyes search for her but all I can see is the back wheel of her bike bent up in an unrecognisable shape. I need to help her.
*CRASH*
My body crashes forward as the taxi collides into a lamp post. My ears start ringing. I reach forward and try to get the door open to get to her. I donât feel anything. Why donât I feel anything? I should be in pain right? I try to call out her name. I try to scream. Nothing.
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