Sometimes things just speak to you. Sometimes they make you like them and you don’t really know why. You can’t put your finger on it, but you know it’s good, maybe even perfect.
Parties have to have a special zing to stick in your mind. The right music, the right mix of people, the right food, the right weather, the right everything. You never want to leave and no one else does either. It doesn’t happen all the time, but you know when it happens.
Sometimes its that certain someone. When they’ve got it, you know it. The smile, the voice, the way they dress it’s all okay. They could be covered in mud and it wouldn’t matter. Wonderful, perfect, you can’t wait to see them.
No zing. Drudgery. Yeah, Yeah. Blah..Blah..Blah.
There is a special energy in zing.
If you’ve got zing, use it wisely.
My Second Act, Scene One 