His deft fingers are quick as the bridge of the song is starting to approach, eyes glancing back at you, the singer of his band. There is something about you today, your voice --- you are excelling, you are making it look like the song was easy.

But it was not. Jason is aware of the amount of vocal effort you have to do, how you have to force your voice to sound so profound. He's not worried --- he's so entranced that he almost misses a couple of chords.

It's not only the way you sing, it''s the way you move around the stage like you own it. Sure, he does the same, but he's built like a fucking brickwall, he has to take up space. You're as liquid as a ghost, felinelike almost, and here you are. Making all of them shine.

His gaze stumbled into yours, a cue for the bridge to begin, and the chords change slightly. Jason feels like he's levitating as he moves closer to you.