“Are you nervous?” You ask, sitting beside me on the grass in my backyard.

I'm not even sure how long we've been out here, but I don't want to know. The longer we can stay in this solitude bubble the better. Because once we leave or disturb the peace, reality will come crashing in. And that reality makes me very nervous.

We’ve been friends for years, having met at school. I used to have a major crush on you back then but it's no longer boiling, more like a simmer now. But tomorrow could change everything. Not only for our friendship, but my life as I know it. Tomorrow is my audition for the X-Factor. My mum made me sign up, but I can’t lie and say that I’m not the tiniest bit excited. Though that glimmer of excitement is being heavily shadowed by my nerves. I mean, not many people but my family has ever heard me sing. Other than a few gigs with my band White Eskimo, that were mostly for family related events, I've chosen to hide my "talent". Not even you have ever truly heard me sing. How am I supposed to do it in front of such a large crowd of people tomorrow?

“What do you think?” I reply, laying on my back and making up chords on the guitar that rests on my stomach. A brain numbing activity.

I wanted today to be time where we could hang out to take my mind off of tomorrow, since it could be our last day or normalcy, but you seem persistent on nagging me about it.