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hot summer days, rock ‘n’ roll. the way you play for me at your show. and all the ways i got to know your pretty face and electric soul.
sneak-peek: I play three notes in succession at random, the notes loud and sharp in the quiet house. One key sticks a little, its tone lingering on for a while after the others have faded away.
sneak-peek: “Don’t tell me what I—” My voice hitches and following suit like dominos, everything else in me cracks and collapses. I’m not fine. I haven’t been for a while, and he can see it like it’s a flashing sign on my forehead. Of course, he can. Out of everyone in my life, it just has to be him. No matter how hard I try to pretend we’re different people now, he’s standing right in front of me proving me wrong.
Fireworks by You Me At Six
SMASH - I Heard Your Voice in a Dream (por John McAvoy)
So sing to me and I will forgive you
For taking my heart in the suitcase you packed
Sing to me like the lights didn’t blind you
Like you blinded me when I heard your voice in a dream
sneak-peek: Maybe one will even play the guitar for me the way he did, acoustic and quiet at three A.M. when I was just drowsy enough to think it was love.
sneak-peek: He blinks once, like this fact never occurred to him. “I want your opinion,” he says.
I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart.
sneak-peek: “You walked all the way here?” I ask quietly. It’s the only thing I can think of to say, the only words that aren’t churning my stomach or wobbling my knees or making my head dizzy.
sneak-peek: I sigh and set my mother’s bouquet aside before laying my hand in his, which he cups and lifts to his lips for a swift kiss that tickles my skin and creates a chain reaction of goosebumps on my arms.
Your early songs come out of a moment when you’re writing with no sure prospect of ever being heard. Up until then, it’s just you and your music…
sneak-peek: We would live our own lives, forever toeing the line between friendship and something more, and I made peace with that. Maybe that’s all we’re meant to be. So, part of me felt relief in thinking he’d taken it as what it was: closure. I could let him go if I knew where we stood.