(Risky Game - Yamai's cover)
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The spectacle, the crowd staring at the magnificence of both oposing factions, the lights being reflected on Metagross' smooth surface.
Long ago, Wallace told me about his early days, being on the stage and knowing you'd be somewhere in the crowd. You were a few of times for me, too. Back in our days. Ever the gentleman: waiting for a show you didn't really care about, praising me for a prize that you would only care about if I did. You'd always take me for a celebratory ice-cream.
I wonder if you've ever gone to Johtto. While scary, the Alph ruins have a misterious beauty. I don't know if I ever told you about that time I was trapped in there. I think that's were my reluctance to spend days on end wadering the dark with you. You never complained, though. The veil of darkness scares me like no other thing, and you knew, you've always known things. You'd take me away, away to the light and away from your passion.
And suddenly I gaze at the public, each and everyone mesmerized by Wallace's perfomance, and you are there and I feel as if I was frozen by one of Wallace's attacks. You're probably looking at Wallace's pokemon, everyone is, and I keep staring at you.
Am I still smiling? Am I still on the stage, confident posture and chin up? Most probably I have a surprised expression, hands firmly closed at my sides, holding my breath. At this point it's very clear who is the winner of the contest, but I don't care anymore, this is me giving up.
Seeing you in person is very different from casually glancing at a picture of you and some girl on somebody else's newspaper. And I feel as if drowning in that steel (you remind me off).