I knew Andy was hiding somewhere, but I'd never guess he's gone to DC.
I couldn't wish for better evening. I just came home, closed the door and Andy's sweet blue eyes are already staring at me from TV screen. „Heey Sherry! LOOK! Andy's on TV! And, by the way, I guess those roses are from him, am I right?" Dominic yelled at me from living room. „You are..." I said and tried to run upstairs. „Sherry! Don't you even say hi to us? We were gone for three days, do you remember? Said my mom and lifted her right eyebrow. „Of course. Welcome home." I said monotonely." Great. So. Now you sit down here and let's watch the show. Don't you wanna watch your best friend in TV?" my daddy said. „Well, not really." I hesistated, but sat down.
„The tears we've cried, this love has died. You're by yourself with me tonight..." obviously, right now We Stitch These Wounds was on, and I really didn't need to know, which song's next. „Mom, I'm gonna go to the kitchen and get somethink to drink. I'll be right back." I stood up and went to the kitchen. I tried to do it the slowest I possibly could just to miss as many songs as I could. The more songs I don't hear, the better. Unfortunately, our kitchen isn't very far from the living room. It's close enough for me to hear everything going on. I poured coke into the glasses and slowly walked with them back to the living room when We Stitch These Wounds ended. But after long moment of screaming fans followed moment when I almost spilled the coke all over the floor.
„So, the next song is brand new, I actually wrote it this morning in the plain on our way here." Andy begun. „It's called The Mortician's Daughter, and I wrote it for my... For my best friend Sherry. I wrote it, because last night I acted like a real jerk and I wanna apologize, because Sherry, I love you." Well. Nobody expected this. My little family turned around staring at me, Andy probably broke hearts of all those girls in the venue, and along with them, I started crying too. I put the glasses on the table, ran upstairs to my room and turned on the TV. They already started playing intro. I just sat on my bed and stared on the TV. Andy started:
„I open my lungs, dear,
I sing this song at funerals, no rush.
And these lyrics heard a thousand times, just blush.
Baby boy, you've held so tightly, this pain, it visits almost nightly,
Missing hotel beds I feel your touch.

And I will await, dear
The patience of eternity, my crush. Universal still, no rust.
No dust will ever grow on this frame
A million years and I will say your name,"

I couldn't believe the lyrics. Was he really singing to me? I don't necessarilly have to be the only Sherry he knows. Maybe I'm not the only Sherry whose heart he's broken yesterday night. I didn't believe, until I heard the sentence:

„I love you more than I could ever scream..."

This was the point where I started crying like a little kid. THIS was the most beautiful song I've ever heard in my life. This was just so unbelievable... I didn't know if these tears were happy or sad. I had no idea what to do first...

„We booked our flight those years ago,
I said I loved you as I left you
Regrets still haunt my hollow head,
But I promised you that I will see you again...

I sit here and smile, dear.
I smile because I think of you and I blush.
These bleeding hollow dials, this fuss.
This fuss is made of miles and travel where roadways are but stones and gravel
A bleeding heart can conquer every grunge

You booked our flight those years ago,
You said you loved me as you left me.
Regrets still haunt your saddened head
But I promised you that I will see you

We booked our flight those years ago,
I said I loved you as I left you
Regrets no longer in my head,
But I promised you, and now I'm home again...