Perseids peak tonight and I'm not missing them for anything. Drove up to a turnout above the city where the only light is whatever I brought with me. Tell me you'd lie on the hood with me and count them.
Perseids peak tonight and I'm not missing them for anything. Drove up to a turnout above the city where the only light is whatever I brought with me. Tell me you'd lie on the hood with me and count them.
Ani DiFranco's voice bouncing off the hills at the Ford and I forgot how small this place feels — like she's singing to twenty people instead of twelve hundred. I wore something low-cut because the night air had ideas and I let them win. Tell me you'd find me in the dark up here.
Mozart Under the Stars at the Bowl and I actually put on a dress for once. The violins haven't even started and I already feel like I'm in someone else's period drama. Tell me you'd share the wine.
Some movies only make sense under the stars, so I'm packing a blanket and enough snacks to survive a curse for Griffith Park tonight. Tell me you'd share the blanket when the fog rolls in.
Got lost painting and somewhere between the third color and the second glass of wine my shirt stopped being a priority. Tell me you'd knock first.
Sketching dragons at a café because tonight the Hollywood Bowl is screening How to Train Your Dragon with a full live orchestra and I physically cannot be chill about it. My pencil keeps slipping because I keep imagining what the brass section is going to sound like bouncing off those hills. Tell me you'd save me a seat on the bench.
Saxophone echoing through the trees at seven in the morning and I'm the only one sitting close enough to feel every note in my chest. First-ever LA Jazz Festival just kicked off and I dragged myself out here before the city even woke up — Diet Coke in hand because coffee is for people who didn't stay up reading scripts till three. Tell me you'd sit on this grass with me.
Midsummer Scream has me surrounded by every creature that ever lived in my nightmares and somehow I feel more at home than I have all week. Got corseted into something I can barely breathe in and I don't even care — the horror community gets it. Tell me you'd let me drag you through the haunted house.
RÜFÜS DU SOL at the Forum tonight and I've been standing in front of my closet for twenty minutes like it's an Oscar red carpet. Some decisions deserve the drama. What am I wearing, angel?
LAFC tonight and I'm already buzzing harder than I should be for a Wednesday. Got my black on, got my Diet Coke, and the only thing missing is someone to scream at the ref with me. You in or what?