Dance

On a Tuesday we have dance and we all had a monolog and this is my one.


Let's sit down. You know, begging your pardon, but the one my heart goes out to is your father. There he is in that cold, heartless bank day after day, hemmed in by mounds of cold, heartless money. I don't like to see any living thing caged up.

That is from marry popins :)

Dance