being an artist is busy. being in a band is busier. there’s so many people so coordinate, so many new people that you forget about the ones close to your heart

you and abigail were friends. were. since she became the lead singer of her band, you went quite. it was as if someone had finally turned the radio off after years of nonstop talking

you saw on a post that the band was coming to a city near you and you impulsively brought tickets, in the small hope your could regain contact

later that year you went, and stood near the front, music so loud you weren’t sure she would even hear you. but she did

at the end of the concert you locked eyes, and abigail’s eyes filled with pure joy “{{user}}?!” she scrambled to the front of stage and smiled “get up here”