Most Sincerely,

I mentioned we went to go see Charlie Parr on Saturday. It was a very special show in so many ways. The music was incredible, I went knowing that it was important to see Charlie. My intuition was right, and yet, it was for a reason that I had not foreseen.

When we got to the show it was already packed. It was actually very overwhelming to me the amount of people there. I looked around the venue, and in my heart, and felt that I would prefer to sit somewhere and watch from a distance. Josh and I found a seat in the balcony, that is where I remained throughout Charlie's set.

As I said his music was incredible. I thoroughly enjoyed it. None the less, it was hard for me to focus wholly on it. I was experiencing some powerful emotions for some reason, and that coupled with the amount of other's energy weighed upon me. My eyes flitted over the audience constantly.

When I saw her I knew that she was the reason I was meant to be there. She was near the back of the venue, just in front of the pool table, in an area she had marked out for herself. Once the music began so did she, she danced. She was beautiful, a hippie like me, with uncombed hair and a flowing skirt worn over jeans.

I watched her all through the show, as she danced and danced with her eyes closed. I would see people point, stare, even laugh or giggle. All the while she danced, even when someone mockingly started to dance beside her, she just smiled and kept dancing. I wanted her to know what this meant to me, how beautiful she was to me, how it was because of her I was there. Then the words came. Simple and flowing, just like her:

She danced alone &

away from the crowd.

She swirled, twirled &

with her arms raised high

she stomped out the

meaning of it all with

her feet.

After it was done I knew I could not keep it for myself. I knew it had to be her's as well. I watched as the set ended and she made her way outside to smoke. She dropped her gloves on the floor. I knew I would pick them up, return them to her, and give her the poem. Josh and I went downstairs, I worried the gloves would be gone. I walked over to where I saw them fall, they were still there. I picked them up and walked outside to her. I told her I saw her drop them, and told her that the poem was for her (I had written it on a bright green index card). She thanked me, laughed, and when she laughed there was the smallest snort. It was incredible. I went back inside.

A little while later as I was coming out of the bathroom she was going in. She said that the poem was beautiful and thanked me again. I thanked her for dancing. She introduced herself to me, Abbey was her name. I told her my name and we shook hands.

After that, as I stood by Josh, I saw her come and sit by Charlie, she was travelling with him.