Me and the Crew, There’s Nothing We Can’t Do
Wednesday, December 29th, 2010I have a recurring, harrowing dream that I feel I need to share with you all during this festive period. It goes like this:
A teenaged Billie Piper walks into her father’s study. It is oak-panelled and severe. Billie’s mother is crying quietly, stood behind the massive desk which dominates the room. Her father sits and regards Billie sternly over the top of his glasses.
Father: Billie… why do you have to play that song so loud?
Billie: (excitedly) Because I want to! Because I want to!
Father: And why do you always run around in crowds?
Billie: (slightly less animated) Because I want to!
Father: Why do you always have to dance all night?
Mother: <sobs>
Billie: (sadly) …Because I want to…
Father: Why do you always say what’s on your mind?
Billie: (in tears now) because I want to…
Father: <flexes cane>
The door to the study slams shut; all we hear is howls of pain and the anguished entreaties of a desolate mother.
I wake up, cold and alone.
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