With the amount of money I didn't have in my pocket or in my bank account, I was living one block from impossible. But I knew I could do it. My hand bounced against my pocket. Not even a jingle. Too bad dreams didn't have sounds, didn't make noises that other could hear, nothing they could see or feel or taste.
Nobody can taste the dream but the dreamer.
Nobody could smell what I wanted for me but me. Well, why don't you give me your name and number, and if anything changes, if the proprietor revises his stipulations and makes them more auspicious, I'll give you a call. If it's disconnected, call back in a day or two. She laughed again. You need to be onstage.