Someone to Watch Over George

There's a somebody I'm longing to see
I hope that he turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me. . .

I had been told Mr. Gershwin was a wonderful pianist. I realized as I sang that he played with true greatness.

There's a somebody I'm longing to see
I hope that he turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me.

I felt so inspired. I prayed to God that I could sing like an angel, that he would feel my voice was a gift from heaven.

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could, could always be good
To one who'll watch over me

I wasn't scared or nervous anymore. Somehow, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to stand there and sing the words to that great love song.

Although he may not be the man
Some girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key.

I became lost in the music, felt myself rising higher and higher. I felt as if I was singing this song just for Mr. Gershwin, for George. How I loved his music, how I felt his presence in his playing.

Won't you tell him please
To put on some speed
Follow my lead
Oh how I need
Someone to watch over me

I waited as he played through the bridge feeling as good as I had ever felt in my life. My voice was full of a strange, fine timbre that I had never experienced before. I don't know where my singing was coming from, but I felt as if I had merged with some heavenly choir. My heart was in my voice, I felt as if I were one with the beautiful light filling the room.

I was somewhere else, somewhere I had never traveled and then I saw a quick flash of pure white light and heard a voice.

"Tell George he's got to hurry. See a doctor. . ."

Then I rose high in the room and I felt myself drawn to look down. Why was I lying down, I thought to myself. There was Mr. Gershwin bending down to take my wrist in his. I've got to tell him what the voice said, I thought.

I tried to speak to Mr. Gershwin. . .George,

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