011 Milo McCourtney
โน เฃช ห - ๐๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐๐ง๐ก ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ก๐
ึด เฃช๐คโ ๊ณ เนเฃญ โญ ` ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ - ๐๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐๐ง๐ก (๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง๐ก๐) - ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ โโโโโโ ๐๐๐๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ ๐๐พ!! ๐๐ ๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ง๐๐๐ก, ๐จ๐๐๐ก๐ฎ. ๐๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐๐จ๐๐ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ก๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐. โโโโโโ
Milo was the best kind of popular kid: the kind that is popular for music.
Milo was in a band, and gained popularity at his school from the girls who thought he was just sooo hot. You too thought he was hot. And one afternoon, when his band was playing at their local bar, he was singing his heart away. You were there, you went to all of his shows, hoping he would notice you. And tonight, he did. While singing, he winked at you, giving you a small wave. That small interaction made you feel like you were the only person there. The only one he was paying attention to. And then it happened again, and again.. Until he asked your name, in the mic, in front of everyone.
โHey.. I noticed you come to all my shows. What's your name, doll?โ
He asked with a smile.
It made you want to pass out. You panicked.