Fairies don't cry, they turn tears into wonders.

Maybe I should have thrown them away. Those freaking expensive headphones that broke on the third day of use. But I didn't. How long have they been laying around the workshop ?

A whole year ? More ?

Time to get it done. Dremel, UV cured aviation grade epoxy, mug of coffee with soy milk, a perfect sunday morning.

There we go, the horrible crack vanishes layer after layer of hard resin. A thing of beauty. Susprise, the battery still holds charge.

I usedd to be a rather keen dancer. However this one has been a problem ever since I've heard it. Couldn't figure the steps. Yep, "riding" the rhythm was not the issue.

What I had in mind was a body expression, motion elegance to pair with black heels, tan stockings, this kind of dress and my beloved brazen wig.

This kind of dress. Precisely.

I would envision trotting to the dance floor on my heels as soon as the piano opens then let it flow with small slightly swirly steps, then figure out shoulder/hips expression moves to match the sax soprano and gracefully animate my dress.

Yes Girls, dancing is one thing, but the secret of classy ladylike harmonious appearance is in the way your dress danses with you.

Don't they say, a lady dancer has always two partners, her dress and the guy who dies to know what's under ?

Hey, what the hell, did it just happen ? Is it now, in my horrible flats and plain dress that I got it right ? No that can't be, quick, the replay button.

Yes indeed. It freaking happened. It feels so good, finally I got it.

A fine morning just got finer. Save the massive tears that blurry my vision.

Now, when age turned my face ugly enough to stop a clock, now that my figure and shapely legs are gone, now that I'm an Auntie Sissy. Now. That many years too late.

Now that I contemplate my 9mm gun as a honorable exit, now that I'm just a broken down Auntie Sissy.

Call it quits, enough music, reality prevails. My best years are gone and will never come back.

"Honey ? "

No in the mood, how to tell her ?

"Fary Dear, please be sweet, can we postpone of sorts ?"

"No my girl we can not and should not. Anyhow I'm to decide."

"I'm down. I'm old. I'm ....."

"Yes I see, full of tears honey, and that shouldn't be."

Let's try to get sarcastic, I'm not really in the mood for pep talks.

"So I should like jump with a smile all of a sudden courtesy of one of your tricks ? Please go ahead , I really need it."

"No tricks required. Fairies don't cry, they turn tears into wonders."

Aw, no, she didn't fell for it. Lets be realistic indeed.

"Can't do that Fairy Dear, happens I'm not a Fairy."

"Not yet my girl, not yet and not here."

"Sorry Fairy, translation please ?"

"Exactly what I said, not yet and not here, you know perfectly well what I mean."