Under the lights of NYC.

I am so drawn to you.

I guess it's just the way I am.

New York.

A place filled with wonder, buildings, exciting lights during the night.

I've always been longing to go there. Let me go there.

I get goosebumps just thinking about it. I think its part of my dreams. One of them :)

I feel if I go there life will suddenly come to make sense and brighten up the day.

Broadway.
Oh yes, that too.

Did you know I love to sing? That I love to act?
Musicals. Let me be in one.

I know it's a pretty far fetched dream to be in Broadway, singing on that majestic stage in front of thousands of people.

Heck, I bet that many people have this dream too.

Shall I be the one performing there? Getting roses thrown on stage praising me?

Or will I be the one sitting there, one of the spectators, wearing a bright red knit hat, in a wool black coat watching? That'd be cool too. And I actually mean it.

Broadway dream. Let me sing on that stage.

In front of a full audience, belting out one of the greatest songs of all time.
Orchestra. The spotlight shining on me.

I'll do it. One day.

Julliard.

Manhattan destiny.

I'll keep this one a secret for myself :)

Man, oh man. I want to go there so bad.

Haha, even to eat some New York City Pizza! Wearing a comfy black leather jacket, white scarf wrapped loosely around my neck, black high heeled boots (i know :P ), jeans, etc. My hair would be curled, nice fancy earrings.

I shall be holding some of those NYC fries and a really high calorie milkshake!

Chillin at Times Square. NBD ;)

Oh man, you don't even know how it looks during the night! (I suggest you become curious and google it) ;)

Being in New York is like falling in love every minute.

Like dreams are coming true.

The moment in those romantic comedies where you kiss.

Go after her! Go after her! Don't let her get away! Please. Chase after her man! Fight for her!

I just want to shout that whenever those scenes happen. You know, when the girl runs away, confused about what to do of her feelings of that man she's obviously in love with, but can't get hurt or want to be kept from her dreams.
The guy just stands there, watching her running away as the chorus sings in the streets who were previously serenading them romantically as the snowflakes fall lightly on them. Or something like that.

I know, I know...

But hey :P I'm a dreamer.

That probably doesn't really happen in real life. Or does it?

When a guy just surprises you by leaving a bouquet full of roses on your doorstep like that. During the night of course. (It's more romantic that way)

Sorry, rabbit trail there.

New York.
I think wonder. Excitement. Awe.

Walking down central park. Going on a horse-drawn carriage ride to the planetarium. Where he'll take me out on a date, watching the stars.

Or something like that.

Not to mention watching that ballet I've been dreaming about still. :)

How could I forget that one little detail? I'm a girl of course, and you know how we are.

SHOPPING!!!
Boy, would I need a load full of moola for this one. Haha.

Carrying those shopping bags, having a blast, laughing with your friends, still walking around the mall looking for pieces of clothing to match your eyes, walking around till your feet epically hurts and your legs feel like jelly. It is all worth it anyways :)

You go back to your hotel with your girlfriends, sort out what you bought in your shopping bags and laugh into the night telling stories, jokes. Pillow fight anyone?

Madison Square! YES!

Madison Square GARDEN :)

Oh mama mia. Here we go again.

mmhmm hmm hmm hmm hmm, dun dun dun duuun, la la la la... :)

I can hear that music. A mix of classical. There's jazz too :)

Dun dun dun dun... la la la. You hear the piano, the soft melody playing, the lead singer following the flow with her own style.

The dark blanket wraps itself on the sky, with tiny holes poking through it. We see them as stars.

Walking down the street in a soft pink short dress.

Mmhm.. la la la. Music plays distantly.

He twirls me around, under that streetlight.

~

Oh New York.

It's midnight as I am writing this. What a lovely imagination you have there Jane. Lovely indeed.

Goodnight World.

I think I shall dream now. Then again, have I ever stopped?