Movies - Songs - Games with Exercises for B1 Level.
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especially lonely people who looked like they hadn't talked to anyone in weeks, and (1) ………….. this beautiful moment of prolonged eye contact being allowed in a city street, and (2) ………….. a little bit. And (3) ………….. -- "Thank you. I see you." And (4) ………….. -- "Nobody ever sees me. Thank you." (5) ………….. harassed sometimes. (6………….. at me from their cars. "Get a job!" (Laughing) And (7)………….. , like, "This is my job." But it hurt, because it made me fear I really didn't want to lose this sense of direct connection with people, because I loved it. So after all of our shows, (8) …………..autographs and hug fans and hang out and talk to people, and we made an art out of asking people to help us and join us, and (9) ………….. local musicians and artists and (10) ………….. outside of our shows, and (11)………….. the hat, and then (12) ………….. and join us onstage, so we had this rotating smorgasbord of weird, random circus guests. And then Twitter came along, and made things even more magic, because I could ask instantly for anything anywhere. So (13) ………….. a piano to practice on, and an hour later (14) ………….. at a fan's house. This is in London. (15)………….. home-cooked food to us all over the world backstage and feed us and eat with us. This is in Seattle. Fans who worked in museums and stores and any kind of public space (16) ………….. their hands if (17) ………….. to do a last-minute, spontaneous, free gig. This is a library in Auckland. On Saturday I tweeted for this crate and hat
especially lonely people who looked like they hadn't talked to anyone in weeks, and (1) (we would get) this beautiful moment of prolonged eye contact being allowed in a city street, and (2) (we would sort of fall in love) a little bit.
And (3) (my eyes would say) -- "Thank you.
I see you."
And (4) (their eyes would say) -- "Nobody ever sees me.
Thank you."
(5) (I would get) harassed sometimes.
(6) (People would yell) at me from their cars.
"Get a job!"
(Laughing) And (7) (I'd be) , like,
"This is my job."
But it hurt, because it made me fear I really didn't want to lose this sense of direct connection with people, because I loved it.
So after all of our shows, (8) (we would sign) autographs and hug fans and hang out and talk to people, and we made an art out of asking people to help us and join us, and (9) (I would track down) local musicians and artists and (10) (they would set up) outside of our shows, and (11) (they would pass) the hat, and then (12) (they would come in) and join us onstage, so we had this rotating smorgasbord of weird, random circus guests.
And then Twitter came along, and made things even more magic, because I could ask instantly for anything anywhere.
So (13) (I would need) a piano to practice on, and an hour later (14) (I would be) at a fan's house.
This is in London.
(15) (People would bring) home-cooked food to us all over the world backstage and feed us and eat with us.
This is in Seattle.
Fans who worked in museums and stores and any kind of public space (16) (would wave) their hands if (17) (I would decide) to do a last-minute, spontaneous, free gig.
This is a library in Auckland.
On Saturday I tweeted for this crate and hat
Sources:
Channel: TED. The art of asking | Amanda Palmer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMj_P_6H69g&t=1s
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