To Lydia Cooper Errand Finished

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Just Tagging: @Lydia Cooper

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Dear Lydia,

Okay, so don’t judge me too much. I’m kinda new to this ‘love letter’ thing.

It’s really hard to put this into words, so forgive me if this sounds silly. I can’t help but reminisce to our time in the Rehearsal Room, when you’d first found me with a bag of potato chips and that hella shady clothing on. I suppose I hadn’t been the friendliest back then, visually or socially, and for that, I apologize,. You certainly had startled me, yeah? And for more reasons than one – I suppose back then, I’d felt intimidated by you, in some really strange way. Again, it’s really hard to put into words. Perhaps it was your aura?

I just find it surprising, how you not only forgave me, but chose to sing for me. And when I in turn sang for you, there was no laughter or shame. I actually felt decent about being a musician, which is something that I can’t really say regarding others. There’s something really comforting about your presence, something that makes me want to be in your company constantly. I mean… God, I don’t know how you do it. How is it, that someone can be nice and pretty? Is such a thing even possible?

Sincerely Yours,

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