We'll have a really good time.
Dear Rachael, I love that your songs are brutally honest. Your performance last night was impeccable despite having caught a cold. No airs, no pretense. I don't think I have met an artiste as genuine as you. Thank you for giving 101% on stage, for sharing your almost irrelevant stories, for chewing the endearmint we offered without fear of us poisoning you, and for signing on Jordaan's smelly white vans. Sorry I forgot about the flowers. I was rushing to meet you by the water.
P.S: The cellist is an awesome addition to your band.
P.P.S: Promise to come back again?
Of all those talk on cigarettes, CATS, ghost trumpeter, foolish teenage years, I think I like the sex interjection best.
xoxo.
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