WE COULD TALK FOR HOURS AND WE STILL WOULDN´T
KNOW A THING. ON A PERFECT NIGHT LIKE THIS A WO
RD IS MORE THAN THIS. I TAKE A PIECE OF PAPER. HO
LD IT. ENTERING THE ROOM. “HEY I´D LIKE TO SEE YOU
AGAIN”. HOLD ME. TAKE AWAY. KARAOKE QUEEN. YOU
REMEMBER THAT DAY. KARAOKE QUEEN WON´T FOR
GET HOW WE´VE SHINED. WON´T FORGET WHAT WE´LL
BE (NOW WE´RE TREMBLING. HESITATING. KNOWING
THAT WE ARE BOTH TOO WEAK FOR THAT. BUT MUSIC
STARTS AND ABBA SING AND DANCING TURNS INTO
KARAOKE QUEEN. TURNS INTO THE IMPERFECT SONG)