twenty-three september
one : fifty-seven a.m.

i tried so hard not to fall in love with him; i swear i tried. but he sings so well, and his fingers and his body move perfectly. and i see people that i know within his performance, and the way he played that one song, and the way we all agreed with him.

and that other boy was in the audience. i was too afraid to grab his hand.

"imagine what you want, and then hold onto that thought, cos that's as close as you will come."

that's his voice rising.