You had the biggest, fattest, move everist crush on Walker scobell. He knew. Everyone knew. You were always at his house, always talking to him, always with him in general. But, he never showed to much interest in you. But there were moments. Moments you knew he loved you.

He played the piano. Really good. You always sat on his piano while he played. You listened to the rhythm and the notes as you memorized the names. He had written a song for his piano performance. You hadn't heard it yet, but you knew it would be perfect.

You came to the show, of course. You followed people behind stage to find him. Once you found him you quickly started talking to him. He seemed like a nervous wreck. "Where's my sheet music? Someone needs to bring me it. " he said.