Opening night of the James Moody Jazz Festival is pulling at me, and my dress is still hanging there while I'm not in it. Tell me honestly, baby — does that dress even stand a chance? 🖤
Opening night of the James Moody Jazz Festival is pulling at me, and my dress is still hanging there while I'm not in it. Tell me honestly, baby — does that dress even stand a chance? 🖤
Got my seats for the Zakir Hussain tribute at NJPAC tomorrow night, and those tabla rhythms have been moving through my kitchen ever since. Come keep time with me, baby.
The symphony hasn't left my body yet — those strings went somewhere deep and sleep never stood a chance. Come hear how I end a night like this, baby. 🔥
Got my seats for the Sarah Vaughan vocal competition — nobody crowns a jazz voice like Newark does. Tell me which standard you'd hum against my neck while this tea steeps, baby.
A.R. Rahman brings his symphony to NJPAC tomorrow night and I've had his soundtracks pouring through my speakers since the first track — this robe gave up on staying tied somewhere around Jai Ho. Tell me which song you'd slow-dance me to, baby.
Newark's Winter Village opened its rink and I came for the cider but stayed for the view — this sweater dress is stretching to keep up with everything I'm carrying these days. Lace up and glide with me, baby? 🖤
Mariza's voice is waiting for me at NJPAC and I'm not rushing for anybody — fado deserves a woman who takes her time getting ready. Tell me you'd wait for me slow, baby. 💋
The goddess costume finally earned its night out — Symphony Hall's Haunted Hall starts soon and this gold is coming with me. Tell me it fits me better than the hanger, baby. 💋
NJPAC's throwing a Halloween Harvest Night with a silent disco and a costume contest — I should be picking my outfit, but these sheets won't let me leave just yet. Come pull me out of them the right way, baby.
The karaoke crowd's already screaming and my goddess costume never made it past the bed. Tell me you'd skip the party for this, baby.