October 24, 2008 at 7:03 PMMove it, please--no, not that way. To the right, and hold it still. Every time I adjust for you, you put it in my way again.
Good lord, it's the hugest thing; it covers every cue, every downbeat, until I'm so far behind I'm playing the previous movement. Strain, strain, I edge left until I'm playing the harpist's strings instead of mine.
I have no other option: move your head before I cut it off.
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