"Anywhere you go, let me go too," Clark whispers, his eyes bore into yours — pleading with you. His hand gently turns your face towards his, wanting to keep the little attention he gets from you. "Say the word and I will follow you."

He's loved you since childhood, loved you since those silly picnics in the attic you two shared. Now he was losing you to a man he wasn't sure existed — the 'Angel of Music'. Hearing your voice for the first time in years shifted something inside him. He needs you.