I knew nothing of the real life of a musician, but I seemed to see myself standing in front of great crowds of people, playing my accordion.

I expected to be a farmer like my father and brothers. Life seemed pleasant and orderly.

I'll stand next to that fountain and wait until the Official find me. And when she does and asks me what I'm doing, I'll tell her and everyone else that I know: t hey are giving us pieces of a real life instead of the whole thing. And I'll tell her that I don't want my life to be samples and scraps. A taste of everything but a meal of nothing.

I'm great at fake typing but in real life terrible.

Conversation didn't seem necessary when I put the accordion down and swung some young lady around the floor.

It's funny to be playing a mom. I mean, I'm not a mom in real life. I don't even have a dog.