In the theater, it's about taking time in a musical segment, a pause in a musical way and then moving on.
So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf, to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. 'What! no soap?' So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber.
I want to still be singing at 70 years old. I want to be open to the dreams I haven't even dreamed up.

