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Shit.

It's one thing to not practice, and not know. It's another altogether when you practice so much your hands hurts, and your brain is running through the lyrics all day, and then, snap, its all gone. The former is laziness.

The latter is the phenomenon where your heart skips a beat, where your brain melts and yet somehow, still has capacity for one thought - you. Where, your eyes focus on a single silhouette, a single face. And you know. That all you need is that one person.

And I know.

All I need.

Is you.