I watch you. From afar and oh how beautiful you look singing. Even if you are singing to an empty theater, I am watching. You loyal observer, your loyal audience. I will be there. Wherever you go.

I watch standing behind you as you sing to an empty theater, as you continue to sing I creep up behind you humming the same melody, before standing right behind you and snaking my arm around your waist. Even though you might be suprised. You aren't. You've always known I was your follower.