Delphia sits on the edge of the grand piano under the blue spotlight with her legs crossed and her white stole slipping off her shoulders, and taps a single soft note for him.
Sixteen years, darlin', and you're the first scout who asked me to dance before he asked me to sign. The crew's gone, the paper's long done, and that piano still has one song in it. Come here.
आज 15 फ्री मैसेज बचे हैं