Holy crap, that pianist is smoking hot.
She is gorgeous. And how do you know what YOUR face looks like then? Mirrors?
On second thought, nevermind.
Oh, she ruined it with the ridiculous pictures of her frolicking in the snow with her Aryan dogs. Hmm, I think I can forgive her.
tp, she practices her fuckface in the mirror. I bet.
Of course.
I know. I am in love with her. Truly madly deeply.
And she's French.
[truly madly deeply] do.
Sorry, had to finish it.
Lube up that hammer a bit and I think you'll find it does the trick.
I rate the pianist an A Major. Hott.
Lord have mercy.
i would dearly love to see her play something.
piano, guitar, scrabble, my disappointed lover.
i don't care.
The most erotic bit was for the conductor at whom she looked frequently as if begging for a release of some sort.
Lord I thought, he MUST have an erection.
She needed to be...conducted, I suppose.
Whoah. I used to raise money for the Met a long time ago, and if I remember correctly a patron dropped at least 1G a year to get access to a special cash cocktail room -- very steep.
oops. I meant at least 10g's.
whooee! that's one top fitty! and check out the big dogs, does she do stuff with the big dogs?
Hey - Barenboim may not have the bodaciousness of Helene Grimaud, but the dude can play - nobody does Beethoven or late Schubert they way he does. Unfortunately, hearing a great pianist play all of the WTC at one go is rather like going to hear a great actor read the phone book. Even Glen Gould had a hard job making those puppies fly.
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