Chris calls my name.
This is it.
I walk out onto the stage and sit on the stool.
My guitar rests on my knee.
My fingers start to strum its way through the song like they have a mind of its own.
I see you in the audience.
You look beautiful.
My voice now flows from my mouth in a soft melody.
A melody I wrote for you.
The product of one sleepless night and 5 different drafts.
It has to be perfect.
Can you tell that I'm staring you straight in the eyes as I'm singing?
Can you feel the intense emotion I'm pouring into each note?
Can you tell it's for you?
I hope so.
My song draws to a close.
You stare.
I stare.
A dreamy smile tugs at the corners of your lips.
Could it be?
Have I achieved the impossible?
I stop myself before I jump to any implusive conclusions.
For all I am is one guy.
A guy with guitar and a heart full of songs waiting to be written.
And now, as I continue to travel deep into your onyx eyes,
I just hope that one song is enough for now.
There will be more.
I promise.