A/n: Oh dear...it's been...a year or so? Uh yea. A friend suggested that I finish this since he loved the beginning idea. So, I'm finishing it. Reviews would be...amazing. Title belongs to Taking Back Sunday; lyrics belong to Sum 41.

Different night, same venue. I can feel the excitement in the place and the energy pulsing around me. The crowd is loud and drunk on pure adrenaline.

I hate it.

Still, the chance of seeing him again are high, and that's worth me going through this hell of a show. Even if he doesn't look at me. Why doesn't he look at me? I mean, I'm attractive right?

Nope, I'm not jealous at all. Why do you ask?

Fred, George, and Ron are waiting on stage for me, arms and fingers poised to start a song. The familiar feeling of dread settles in my stomach.

I take a deep breath and walk onto the glaring lights, my appearance met by the screams and yells of the crowd.

I immediately search for the those grey eyes and that beautiful pale skin. He's in the center of crowd, his eyes taking in Ron's appearance.

My stomach sinks as the feeling of rejection settles in. A mumbled "Fuck," slips past my lips as I step up the to the mike.

Ron has a well loved acoustic guitar held by the neck, and a pick in the other hand. "You said you'd play a song for us, mate."

A stool is placed behind me and a comforting hand placed on my shoulder. I glance behind; Fred's smiling, "You can do it, Harry."

I place the guitar in my lap, a numb feeling taking over my body. I start to strum the guitar, checking to see if it's in tune.

The crowd is looking at me expectantly and I turn my head to glance back at my band mates; smiles all around.

The chords run through my head; A to E, F sharp major--no minor. My hand settles into a comfortable rhythm and I open my mouth to sing.

"Look at me, who am I supposed to be and what do I believe, can you tell me?"

I can feel the eyes of everyone of me and I hop against hope that those grey eyes are finally looking at me.

"Since you've made of up your mind, who knows what you believe. And I just don't know. No, I just don't know who I'm supposed to be."

It takes me a few minutes to realize that my eyes are clenched tight, my voice a bit shaky. I force my eyes open to meet to the expectant eyes of the crowd.

"Look at me. Am I the image of your hopes and your tragedies? Just look at me. Will I ever be more than just a memory?"

My stomach lurches when I see them. Those eyes. Those perfect grey eyes are focused on me. I can't help but smile.

"'Cause you just don't know. No, you just don't know. All I am is me."

I close my eyes once more, a smile etched on my face. I sing my heart out.

"All I am is me."

I open my eyes once more, and I can see he's smiling too.

"All I am is me."

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