Imagination creates reality

I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I just can’t believe you did that. 

Just don’t tell my boss. He’d go crazy if he knew I that waitress.

Yeah, I definitely don’t remember you telling me this.

That’s because I didn’t. 

At a, uh, computer store.

I heard those places pay well. so well done on that.

I just played it when I was younger, but I forgot most of it now. Didn’t really practice as much as I should have. And I sort of went for science instead of arts, I guess––I’m in school to be a vet.

Oh, that’s cool. School is cool. Are you enjoying it?

Curtain rises, a choir can be seen from behind a scenery of mountains, a single spotlight over Wil

Choir (Singing the traditional Welsh Hymn)

Mi sydd fachgen ieuanc ffôl.

Yn byw yn ôl fy ffansi

Myfi’n bugeilio’r gwenith gwyn,

Ac arall yn ei fedi.

Pam na ddeui ar fy ôl,

Rhyw ddydd ar ôl ei gilydd?

Gwaith ‘rwyn dy weld, y feinir fach,

Yn lanach, lanach beunydd!

Glanach, lanach wyt bob dydd,

Neu fi â’m ffydd yn ffolach,

Er mwyn y Gŵr a wnaeth dy wedd,

Gwna im drugaredd bellach.

Cwnn dy ben, gwêl acw draw,

Rho i mi’th law wen dirion;

Gwaith yn dy fynwes bert ei thro

Mae allwedd clo fy nghalon!

Tra fo dŵr y môr yn hallt,

A thra fo ‘ngwallt yn tyfu

A thra fo calon yn fy mron

Mi fydda’n ffyddlon iti:

Dywed imi’r gwir dan gel

A rho dan sel d’atebion,

P’un ai myfi neu arall, Ann,

Sydd orau gan dy galon. 

Wil (Speaking as the choir sings) 

I am a young and foolish lad

Who lives as I please

I lovingly tend the ripening wheat

And another reaps it.

Why not follow me

Some day after another?

Because I see you little lass,

Purer and purer each day!

Purer and purer are you every day,

Or I with my faith more foolish,

For the One that created your countenance,

Be compassionate towards me now.

Lift your head, look over there,

Give me your dear white hand;

Because in your lovely breast

Is the key to the lock of my heart!

Whilst the water of the sea is salty,

And whilst my hair is growing

And whilst there is a heart in my bosom

I will be faithful to you:

Tell me the truth in secret

And give under seal your answers,

Whether it is I or another, Ann,

Which is preferred by your heart. 

What the fuck are you looking at?

Impression, Sunrise by Claude Monet, isn’t it gorgeous? It truly represents the industry in 1870′s France.

There’s this strange man that keeps coming in to my apartment like every gods damn day and he keeps stealing my food, sleeping in my bed and trying to kiss me and I’m just sitting here like, who the hell are you?

If you were in a student accommodation, I’d say that was the most unprofessional porter in the history of ever.

Probably some very ugly notes on the violin, but that’s pretty much it.

If you’re interested in music, you should start with the piano. You can pretty much learn to play any instrument very quickly once you mastered the piano. I get how hard the violin is though, I can play the violin and god that was hard, even with the piano under my belt.

I dunno, it’s what grad students do.

You’re getting a masters? Oh god, I’m so jealous. I didn’t even get to go to University.