At the Royal Horse jazz club in Umeda

One moment, when my eyes are trained on the hands of the piano player and my busy pen has ceased scribling in reverence, my dear friend leans over and whispers in my ear.
“I bet I know exactly what kind of men you fall in love with.”
I smirked. Try your best. You have no idea.
“It’s those artistic intellectuals. The talented big dreamers. Except, they haven’t hit it yet. They are full of potential and frustration.”
My mouth drops open and I flush from head to toe. Only power was forgotten. I love their frustration, potential and power.
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