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“Arin. I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Her words silenced him, steadied him.

Anticipation lifted within her like the fragrance of a garden under the rain. She sat at the piano, touching the keys. "Ready?"

He smiled. "Play.”
― Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss

“Never invest in any kind of relationship with anyone who is not willing to work on themselves just a little every day. A person who takes no interest in any form of self-improvement, personal development or spiritual growth will also not be inclined to make much of an effort building a truly meaningful connection with you. A relationship with only one partner willing to do the work ceases to be a relationship. And as anyone who has been there will tell you - it's pointless to try and dance the tango solo.”
― Anthon St. Maarten

“There is something intimate about playing a duet. It's touching the soul of another person without ever touching the flesh.”
― Courtney M. Privett, Arrow of Entropy

“My mother never seemed to listen to much music, but she loved Barbara Streisand, counting The Way We Were and Yentl as two of her favorite films. I remembered how we used to sing the song "Tell Him" together, and skipped through the album until I found it on track four.
"Remember this?"
I laughed, turning up the volume. It's a duet between Babe and Celine Dion, two powerhouse divas joining together for one epic track. Celine plays the role of a young woman afraid to confess her feelings to the man she loves, and Barbara is her confidant, encouraging her to take the plunge.
"I'm scared, so afraid to show I care... Will he think me weak, if I tremble when I speak?" Celine begins.
When I was a kid my mother used to quiver her lower lip for dramatic effect when she sang the word "tremble." We would trade verses in the living room. I was Barbara and she was Celine, the two of us adding interpretive dance and yearning facial expressions to really sell it.
"I've been there, with my heart out in my hand..." I'd join in, a trail of chimes punctuating my entrance. "But what you must understand, you can't let the chance to love him pass you by!" I'd exclaim, prancing from side to side, raising my hand to urge my voice upward, showcasing my exaggerated vocal range.
Then, together, we'd join in triumphantly. "Tell him! Tell him that the sun and moon rise in his eyes! Reach out to him!" And we'd ballroom dance in a circle along the carpet, staring into each other's eyes as we crooned along to the chorus.
My mom let out a soft giggle from the passenger seat and we sang quietly the rest of the way home. Driving out past the clearing just as the sun went down, the scalloped clouds flushed with a deep orange that made it look like magma.”
― Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

“I鈥檓 sorry,' [Marty] said unexpectedly.

鈥淗耻丑?鈥�

鈥淭hat we never got to perform that duet together. Don鈥檛 you remember? For the Spring Concert?鈥�

鈥淥h, yeah. What was that song we were going to sing?鈥� I asked.

She placed her right hand on her hip and mock-pouted at me. 鈥淛ames Garraty, don鈥檛 tell me you forgot.鈥�

I gave her an impish who, me look. When she smiled, I said in a more serious tone: 鈥溾€楽omewhere,鈥� from West Side Story.鈥� I hummed the song鈥檚 first measure; it sounded a half-octave off key.

Marty frowned. 鈥淵ou haven鈥檛 practiced lately,鈥� she said disapprovingly.

鈥淣o, I haven鈥檛,鈥� I said, and as I said it waves of melancholy washed over me like a cold dark tide. Marty saw my expression change; she walked up to me and placed her arm around my shoulder comfortingly.

鈥淚 know,鈥� she said softly, 鈥渉ow much you were looking forward to it, Jim. I was looking forward to singing that duet with you, too.鈥�

鈥淩eally?鈥� I asked.

鈥淩eally. You鈥檙e a terrific singer. Who wouldn鈥檛 want to sing a duet with you?鈥�

鈥淚 bet,鈥� I said, 鈥測ou say that to all the boys.鈥�

She laughed. My heart jumped as it usually did when she laughed. A thought clicked in my brain: What was it I鈥檇 written just a while ago? You are the one person who has the ability to brighten up a sour day. You have always managed to make me return a smile to someone else.”
― Alex Diaz-Granados, Reunion: A Story: A Novella