It’s the fourth night, but you’re not here today. Again the same girl who was yesterday. Within what something sense of sadness and longing. You really don’t know me, but I saw you then, and I really want to see you again. I miss you. So I’m going home to go to bed, hopefully the night will fly by quickly.I’ve had a hard day today. From early morning we were taken to the photo session, after that all day we rehearsed a new choreography for the dance. I wonder if you know about us. I’d like to show you this dance, it’s beautiful and tender, and I think you’ll like the song. And now I understand that her words fully describe my current feelings.Here, despite my fatigue after long rehearsals I go to this hometown cafe. Somehow I think I can walk here with my eyes closed. Okay, kidding, half-closed eyes. I’ll have to peek a little to get to you in one piece, not with a bruised face. And the Manager will not be happy about it.Here I go on the sidewalk and pray to God that today you were at work. And, Yes, GoD heard me. You’re finally here!