Breathless in a stranger’s bed
Heart beating like a threat
I never told you who I am
You didn’t tell me about you
Is it stupid I want you to
Remember my name
Even though I never told you
You saw me the night I came alive
For one stolen moment, I couldn’t hide
You kissed me like it was the end
Like you knew you’d never see me again
We broke the rules in whispers
With skin we couldn’t tame
The morning silence buried
The truth I never claimed
I never told you who I am
You didn’t tell me about you
Is it stupid I want you to
Remember my name
Even though I never told you
Remember my name
(The way I’ll always remember you)
Remember my name
(Is it stupid I want you to)
Remember my name
(I wish I’d stayed)
Remember my name
(and told you the truth)
The team stands around a cordoned-off area so close to the stage it might be too close. There’s a good bit of the stage we can’t actually see, and the speakers are so close my ears are already ringing. But we’re well-separated from the rest of the stadium crowd and backed up to the stadium for inside access. Nearly our entire roster came. There are at least forty of us plus a few of the coaching and training staff. They’ve really gone all out, full VIP treatment with drinks, snacks, merch, and private bathrooms so we don’t have to fight the crowds. It’s a really nice setup.
Nobody can stop talking about why we’re here. Speculation runs wild. The most popular guess is the same one that I’d had, but the idea of the band inviting teams that cross locations with their touring schedule doesn’t make sense if the Bills aren’t here as well. The other ranking theory involves Connor Laramie’s supermodel girlfriend, who is a known hardcore fan. If that were the case, wouldn’t she be invited, too? Granted, the WAGs rarely travel along with the team for away games, and they weren’t mentioned in the invitation. Nobody has a good answer.