
(via everyday-rapture)
Bernadette Peters, Sunday in the Park with George
I’d be in the Follies. I’d be in a cabaret. Gentlemen in tall silk hats and linen spats would wait with flowers. I could make them wait for hours. Giddy young aristocrats with fancy flats would drink my health, and I would be as hard as nails and they’d only want me more… If I was a folly girl…