Once upon a time, there was a girl. In the darkest time of her life; as though she thought. So sad, with nothing to live for. All of her dreams out of reach. This girl, sitting on the floor, with a knife to her neck. Ready for the next move. She thought, if I leave, will people miss me? Will they care? At the time, it didn't matter to didn't care.
Hesitant to do it. She listened, waiting for her hand to move. As she listened, she heard coming from the music so loud, she couldn't hear herself crying or screaming. All she heard was "When your wears tihn, I'll hold you up. And I will hide you, when it gets too much. I'll be right, beside you, nobody will break you!"
And she stopped; let the tension go a bit. After hours of listening,she dropped the knife as she started imagining the blue and black haired singer sitting next to her, singing to her in that soft, rough voice. It seemed he knew how she was feeling. Like he was talking to her, and no one else.
And then she realized one thing she could hope for. One thing to keep her going. And that one thing was to see, not him, but all of them, just once.
So, because of them, this girl is here today. The hope to see one dream come true. The hope to see, them. Just once.
The End
