(Fic)DSA: Don't wear yourself out. Say it right.
John Brightman: Right. From one. 3...2..1.
Sara Brightman: Excuse me can you come here just one second please?
John Brightman: ....Hi.
Sara Brightman: Sit.
John Brightman: Whats this about?
Sara Brightman: Order some food.
John Brightman: Oh I shouldn't.
Sara Brightman: Don't be silly. Please do?
John Brightman: No. Really. I'm okay. Really. I am.
Sara Brightman: Very well. You are 5 and 9, like me. I am 5 and 9.
John Brightman: Your tall. I think 5 and 9 for a women or more, is tall.
Sara Brightman: I read through, and thought you have quite an imagination creating a world with a love chemistry in it mixed up with the call for fighting. Whats that about?
John Brightman: Oh. Yeah. Is taking on the rage of a society burned up in hatred. A jealous society.
Sara Brightman: What makes society jealous?
John Brightman: There is this illness, this illusion about fantasy that so many people want to bring to life. And what you get is, a world that has people hating one another. Like an awkward war. So many barberic fools, tricked by hooligan jezzebels, to built hate further more.
Sara Brightman: I don't follow you. Explain?
John Brightman: I am not a stud. I am handsome. I think I am. I think my best palt is Sly Stallone in Rocky 4 in the obituarious funeral scene. I don't say I look like him, but I have that palt. I look different but I have that palt.
Sara Brightman: Well, I can see that you do. But, you still had not explain to me much of anything?
John Brightman: I am a scrun. I will not lie. I am a scrun. A handsome scrun. You see, in life, Gods creation, and all the times of once upon leading to today, men, get jealous.
They feel out-hearted. Nobody is buying into their fighting nonsense, but the fighting world will always try to dish out a perk. To make a person like me for example, look, awful, barberic ugly, and at the same time, threaten a person. And if retaliate, it just means becoming pulled into the trick of fighting.
And what happens then is, a person loses his respect. His decent prespectives....You see Andrea Corr is so beautiful. A fool will do anything for her attention. You know, this is Andrea Corrs domain. To me, I see hooligans, trying to intimidate everybody, at the same time, trying to manipulate for Andrea's attention. But Andrea, doesn't care about all that. But, thats what they think. They think Andrea gets impressed by that.
And when they discover that is not like that at all, they pay a street-walker money, to mock Andrea and compare her with an intent to ridicule. But is a foul foolish act of revenge.
Sometimes, a women says, I like John Brightman, and a man hears that, and that man likes the women that said, she likes me. So now, he is jealous. He hates me so bad. He is enraged. So he needs to find a way to make me look as awful as he can. Just like they do it to Andrea when they get a trick women who will degrade for money, this man calls to a baffoon barberic ugly sick dimented person, to mock my image. Because it is a way to make people look bad...If not then what is it? It certainly doesn't qualify to become art. You see what I'm saying?
Sara Brightman: Okay. I think I get it.
John Brightman: You have to study and research, contribute to education, sacrifice and devote so much to education and employment to enhance yourself financially. I mean, working out, and fighting, for money, thats not the way to do it. Thats a cheap short cut. Trying to make it to the promise land without adaptaing to education. Even a guilty prisoner can do what fighters do.
Sara Brightman: I agree.
John Brightman: Is so much more then that. So much more. ....
Sara Brightman: Is not really music either.
John Brightman: No. Not at all. ...I'll be a stiff. I'll be a scrun. I'll let society hate me and say I ain't good enough. But I know I will still be handsome and I will be with a dress code that is neat.
Sara Brightman: Well, now, I didn't understand why you dress up like if you have an interview for a job everyday, but, now I understand it.....Your actually right. You look better that way. I do notice society dis-liking that dress code. I see. ...Tell me, you like someone?
John Brightman: ..I do, but, I try not to think of it.
Sara Brightman: Why not?
John Brightman: I'm not afraid for me. But I'm afraid for her. I'm a scrun. If I walk with her and go places with her, Other Studs are going to give her a hard time. Especially the barberic studs.
Sara Brightman: I think she is smarter then that.
John Brightman: Is not fair that the situation has to be vulnerable for her. Thats not fair to her.
Sara Brightman: Yeah, but, thats not fair to you either.
John Brightman: I was homeless. Had no where to go. People walk away from me. People who helped me in the past certainly don't want a person like me been the one coming up with an intelligent idea.
Sara Brightman: I think that is your opinion and you might be wrong.
John Brightman: I have feelings. I struggle with my emotions. ... At the same time, I'm vulnerable. I'm alone and vulnerable.
Sara Brightman: Well you have a right to work with your chemistry in love and you should fight for it, the right way.
John Brightman: I try....Thank you however....I uh, have to go. It was nice talking to you.
Sara Brightman: It will be nice to talk to you again.
John Brightman: And likewise talking to you. Is been real....Bye.
Sara Brightman: Take care.
