Here We Go Again
The crowd roared as he stepped on to the stage, I quietly took my spot leaning against the bar watching quietly. I chose this spot, thinking he wouldn't find me. "Hey Balitmore!" he yelled into the mic. He had changed, the bubbly personality was gone. It was covered with a depressed almost dead personality. I couldn't even tell he was the same person that had left before.
Huge grey bags hung under his hazel eyes, his clothes were wrinkled and barely matched, and he could barely stand up with out wobbling. This was not the same boy who left before. He scanned the crowd and I tried my hardest to not look at him, but i failed. We made eye contact, and i watched a weak smile grow on his face.
Then suddenly a spotlight was shined on my face, damn that boy. "This song is for that beautiful girl right there, Isabelle Marie. Its called Passenger Seat." I figedted uncomfortably as the song start.
Maybe i should explain how we got to this point.