down.
I grab the bass guitar briskly and slip the strap
around my shoulder, keeping my eyes low so as
not to get lost in her eyes and in her fears.
Liam starts singing and in less than ten seconds
I’m cursing this fucking song, the words and my
tormented soul, because it’s impossible for me not
to think of every word that comes out of his mouth
and imagine them laying right on her skin.
I play like there was no tomorrow, mistreating
the bass lines, which are not at fault. The only one
with any fault around here is me. The only asshole
in this place is me. I’m letting myself get all
tangled up in emotions, emotions that I didn’t
think I was capable of feeling until she cried on
my shoulder. Until I felt her hot tears trespass
down onto my chest and dissect my arid heart.
And so I raise my head just as Liam sings the
words:Say the word and I will be your man, your
man.
Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?
What happened to my self-control and my dignity?
Up here on this stage, in this dump of a place in
this stupid fucking village, screaming with my
heart out of my chest every word that I thought I
could never say in my life.
Two dark scared eyes were enough for me,
coupled as they were with a warm, reassuring
smile and her clear jaunty face. And her closeness,
her tears, her sweetness. Just a few things were
