Blue ribbon.

Dear Fleur.
So.
(My littler sister has been writing a story. She uses "so" like it's syrup on her pancakes.)
I went to a concert the other night. A little shin-dig. In an indoor skate park. And the way I would describe it is this:
Elvis Screamed In My Ears.
I think, when you sing Heartbreak Hotel, it's supposed to make someone feel good. Instead, I felt like saying, "Let's blow this popsicle stand."
I don't know if I like rock-n-roll. I might say that I listen to positively too much opera to like rock-n-roll. Maybe.
And I might mention, wearing pearls and J.Crew pants to a skate park...you feel like a prep who's going to get mugged any second. But you also feel Mmazing.

(Love the blue ribbon. I have one too. Child abuse prevention month.)

Now I think I'll go listen to some real music. Puccini. Or The Beatles. Maybe some Damien Rice...
Love.
Bella.