The floor has been set.
The music has been put on.
The participants await, in eager anticipation of the back-and-forth
Hoping to be sometimes playful,
An outstretched hand
A swirl and a twirl
Counting the other to be ready for the counter-move,
The one that’s necessary, for completion’s sake.
They look to inspire the best in each other,
And, if need be,
They’re quick to make up for one another.
Begin Again – Friendship. Love. Relationships. Music. Lost stars.
You’re an estranged music producer. Your life falls apart when your marriage doesn’t pass a trial. You’re someone who likes to write and sing songs in your bedroom. Your rockstar boyfriend leaves you.
An endearing friendship ensues.
That moment in life when you take that fall, that deadly blow to your face, just when you seemed to have it all figured out. That moment when hope runs thin and you’re desperately looking for something to hold on to. And one day, out of the blue, that something makes it sly appearance. You almost don’t notice it at first. But it’s out in the open. A slight easing of the senses, and it has your wonder. You sit up and take notice. You’re curious. You’re eager. You start imagining all the wondrous possibilities. It has the potential to be something genuinely beautiful. Feelings of elation course through you and you smile like a fool in your drunken stupor. It has completely taken over you. Your moment of salvation has arrived.
Dan: That’s what I love about music.
Dan: One of the most banal scenes is suddenly invested with so much meaning! All these banalities – They’re suddenly turned into these… these beautiful, effervescent pearls. From Music.
Dan: This moment is a pearl, Greta.
Greta: It sort of is, isn’t it?
Dan: All this has been a pearl.