She get's this look

when she's really into it. that you can tell she's not thinking about anything but the music. i can see it in her movements, in the slow creeping grin. and just when you think she couldn't possibly give anymore, she finds more energy, more moves, more enthusiasm.

it wasn't to happen this time.
just wasn't there.
it's the big plans that always slip through your fingers. the best nights are still the unexpected ones.