I have long been hesitant as to whether to write this or not. It is a sequel to 'A Dance to the Music of Time', in which Madame Giry leaves her room in the middle of the night to dance for herself. At first I wanted to leave the story there because I loved the ending so much self-praise – bad writer. But then I decided to write the 'Second chapter' as a different story. It is some kind of songfic. I used the song 'Those were the days' but I changed some lines to make it more fitting to the situation. I own neither POTO nor the song I used. Pity but true.


Those were the days

There it was. The rose. She had half expected it to be there, waiting for her, a silent request. After all these years she knew better than to ignore his call.

For the second time that night, she left her room for a journey back in time.

'Once upon a time, there was a cavern where we used to play a song or two. You played your organ so beautiful, and you were singing, while I could not resist to dance. I never could. It was all I ever wanted. And how happy we were. Remember how we laughed away the hours and dreamed of all the great things we would do. All the plans we had … it was a wonderful time.
Those were the days, my friend. We thought they'd never end. For why should they? Life seemed to be endless. We'd sing and dance forever and a day. For why should we ever stop? Everything seemed possible. We would fight the world and astound them with our brilliance. We'd live the life we chose. We'd fight and never lose, for we were young, and sure to have our way. How should it be different? And how should it ever change? You would always be singing, and I, I would always be dancing. We were sure about that.

Then, the busy years went rushing by us. We lost our starry notions on the way. At least I did. I realised that I could not be dancing forever, no matter how much I wanted to. I don't know about you. You seem to have kept at least a part of what we had. But not enough to bring back the old times. So if by chance I'd meet you in the cavern, we'd smile at one another, and we'd say:
Those were the day, my friend. We thought they'd never end. We'd sing and dance forever and a day.

Tonight again, I come into the cavern. Nothing seems the way it used to be. How careless we were, and how many cares we have today. In the lake, I see a strange reflection. Is that lonely woman really me? I never noticed how hard and pitiless I became, and how bitter. Life and disappointments have left their marks. And I never noticed until tonight. You changed as well. The singing boy is gone. You, too, became hard and bitter. The only difference between us is that you are not pitiless. You are merciless. Sometimes I think I don't know you any more.

But across the lake, there comes familiar laughter. I see your face and hear you call my name. Just as it always was. Nothing really changed after all. Oh, my friend, we're older but no wiser – for, in our hearts, the dreams are still the same.


Those were the days

Once upon a time, there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And dreamed of all the great things we would do?

Those were the days, my friend.
We thought they'd never end.
We'd sing and dance forever and a day.
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young, and sure to have our way.

Then, the busy years went rushing by us.
We lost our starry notions on the way.
If by chance I'd meet you in the tavern

We'd smile at one another, and we'd say:

Those were the days, my friend …

Just tonight I stood before that tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection

Was that lonely woman really me?

Those were the days, my friend …

Through the door, there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend, we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same.

Those were the days, my friend …