Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl

Sometimes, I randomly remember the day I read his palm, the day he showed me his act in that alleyway. I remember the way I felt when I was holding his hand and then looked up at him. My heartbeat had quickened – it had every time I looked at him – and I felt like kissing him, but I didn't.

Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl

I dreamed of being with Tulsa, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to be with him. Who would want to be with me, a no-talent stick who was ignored by her mother? I knew that he'd prefer June over me, but I couldn't help but dream that he'd stay with me. I hadn't forgotten who I actually was – a nobody. I have to force away the memory of that rush that I got when we were touching.

Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in

Now that I'm the center of the act, I long to sit in the room and lose myself in the world that could have been if I had gone with Tulsa instead of June, and sometimes I do just that late at night when I can't get to sleep. But then the reality of where I am hits me and I shudder, tears coming to my eyes, and I try to get to sleep.

Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl

But in the end, he chose June. Up and left with my baby sister, the blond star of the show, the daughter that Mother paid attention to, the one she wanted to be a star.

Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl

I wasn't born for the acting world. June was, Mother was, but not me. I was born to be the smart brunette palm-reader, not part of the back-up of my baby sister's act or the front end of a cow. Tulsa had a good reason not to choose me – I have no talent. June does, and that's why he chose her. He loves her.