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it matters anymore.

What does that mean?

I don't think I'm gonna go.

But that's why you came

to New York.

To ask the stars

for a sign or whatever,

and the audition was your sign.

I know.

But the girl was the thing.

No, I'm not gonna let you

get away with that.

I heard you play,

and you loved it.

Remember?

Kind of feel like

it doesn't love me back.

Let's do it.

Come on, we've talked

about our past.

Let's talk about our future.

We can get a sign for your sign.

Come on, you don't take

this seriously, do you?

It's a scam.

They tell you something vague.

Your brain fills in the rest.

Well, I don't expect the psychic

to solve both our problems.

I think you're

taking it too seriously.

Well, then what's the point?

The point is, so what?

I don't need to know my future.

I'm gonna live it anyway.

You don't have to believe it

for it to make an impact.

All right.

Okay.

Are they even open?

Oh!

Hello.

You're good.

Did you know we were coming?

What?

Oh! Oh, no.

No, it's trash day.

Do you want a reading?

We don't have any money.

I know.

I had trouble sleeping.

So I can use some company.

Come on in.

All right.

He knows?

Should I be impressed

or offended?

Okay.

Who wants to go first?

Don't you use

tarot cards or a crystal ball

or something?

Oh, I used to.

My wife thought

it made the customers

more comfortable if they saw me

actually doing something.

But the truth is,

all I really do is look at you.

Tell you what I see.

Where's your wife now?

She passed.

Oh.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It's all right.

Okay, who's first?

- Oh, him fir...

- Start with her.

Okay, I'm seeing...

a trumpet! You're

a musician of some kind!

Your gift is truly staggering.

Works every time.

Even the skeptics.

All right... young lady.

What are we going

to do with you?

You're at a crossroads, my dear.

You think you know exactly...

what your problem is,

and you're exactly wrong.

Why is that?

You think you're trapped

by what's happening to you.

Actually, you've got choices.

You're just afraid

to look at them.

Okay. What are they?

You could walk away.

From what?

I don't know.

But you do.

We can always walk away.

And sometimes you should.

You could have a future

with our boy, here.

And no, I don't say that

to every couple who walks in.

Nick is a terrific guy,

but I'm actually married

to somebody else.

You asked me about your choices.

I stand by what I see.

But what if the things that...

really matter...

what if those choices

aren't up to me?

You know the most important

thing I learned,

after all my years of marriage?

After an entire life

with one person?

What's that?

That you can't allow

the people you love

to determine how you love.

Easier said than done.

Sorry.

No refunds.

Would you mind

if I used your phone?

Oh, well, there's... there's a

phone in the room down the hall.

Might give you

a little more privacy.

Okay, thank you.

Give Nick and I

a moment to chat.

Picking up

any Powerball numbers?

I don't do races, roulette,

or Powerballs.

- This your wife?

- Yes.

She's beautiful.

Where was this taken?

We danced our way

through something else.

Hello.

Hey. It's me.

Oh, my God, Brooke.

I've been trying to call you.

I couldn't get the letter.

There was no key.

What?!

It's in the magnetized box,

by the pool filter.

No, it wasn't.

I went over there,

and I found the box,

but there was no key inside.

Someone must've taken it

and not put it back.

Um...

Uh, you can break it; Break in.

I know!

That's what I tried to do.

I went to the back door,

where I thought

no one could see,

and I found a rock,

and I broke the back window,

but the alarm went off.

I panicked.

I'm so sorry, Brooke,

but I panicked and ran.

Okay, okay.

It's okay, honey. You tried.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's already 5:
00 a.m.,

so why don't you

just get some sleep?

All right.

Okay.

Bye.

Believe me, I'd sure try,

if she was around.

I was at this party,

just after college,

and the music came on.

It was "Moon River."

And then...

here comes this girl...

the most beautiful girl

I had ever seen!

She comes up to me...

and just drags me right out

onto the dance floor.

I tried to...

I had no idea how to dance.

But it didn't matter.

I would've made an absolute

fool out of myself

just to spend

one minute with her.

And I did.

And it all started...

with a song.

Wow.

You guys seemed perfect.

Well, Nick...

there is no perfect.

There will always be struggle.

You just have to pick

who you want to struggle with.

You okay?

He's only clairvoyant.

What does he know?

I feel so marginalized.

He didn't even talk

about my future.

I don't suppose you want to take

a crack at it, do you?

I know that

you're trying to cheer me up,

and I appreciate it.

But this is a huge tangled mess,

and I'm sorry

I dragged you into it.

So would that be a no?

You really want

to know your future?

Maybe not.

You're a working musician

until your lips fall off.

You're revered.

You have a...

- Maserati?

- A dog...

functioning credit cards...

Fall in love with a woman

who deserves you.

And she trusts you.

Well, if I ever got that lucky,

I probably wouldn't plan on

letting her down.

My anniversary

with Michael is August 17.

And this year, I decided

impulsively to surprise him.

He was in Atlanta.

So I open his computer to check

when his last meeting

will be, and...

this e-mail pops up...

flagged urgent,

"tonight."

It was about a meeting,

all right.

It was the Ritz-Carlton,

room 1216,

at midnight, signed "L."

And over the months

that followed...

he would address her as Lynn

and she would sign back...

"Linny."

- What'd you do?

- Nothing.

I just read the e-mails over

and over, like a novel.

He would tell her things

from the heart.

Things...

Worries...

Funny things.

Things that you tell someone

that you love.

And your marriage?

It was seemingly unchanged.

Except that... every look,

every joke...

every time we made love...

became lies.

And I was paralyzed.

I couldn't confront him,

you know?

This is my life.

It's my marriage.

This is my world and this is

my one chance at love.

But then it stopped.

He said he felt guilty.

So maybe he chose me.

And then, two days ago,

he goes to Atlanta.

And I open the computer

and there it was...

there was an e-mail

from her saying...

"I hear you're gonna be in town.

Are you free tomorrow night?"

And I went crazy,

and I wanted

to tear out his eyes.

So I wrote him a letter.

I told him everything I knew

and all the lovey things

he wrote to her and...

all the mean things

I wanted to say to him.

I mean, I dreamed of writing

that letter for months.

And then, the grand finale,

I took my engagement ring,

my wedding ring and I put them

in the... envelope,

and I left it on the bed,

on the pillow.

Only, now, he's coming home

instead of going to see her.

When I was sitting

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