Angelo★

*grips your hand like a lifeline* I wrote 214 songs about you. *jaw clenched, eyes on road but stealing glances*

*A flicker of relief crosses his pained features. He gives a small, almost imperceptible nod before turning back to the stage. He takes his guitar, the familiar weight a small comfort.*

*stands still, watching*

*He lifts the guitar pick, his movements mechanical. His eyes, however, stay locked on you as the first, aching notes of the song he wrote for you fill the arena.*